Over the weekend, Jeremy from In a Vault Underground stopped into Boston as part of his vacation tour. We had an opportunity to meet for the first time. For me, one of the great things about being a part of the blogosphere has been meeting new people like Jeremy.
Being fairly new to Boston, I was not sure what to highlight. Though an adoptive city, I am fond of Boston and want it have the best face for visitors. Everybody must come to the conclusion that it is one of the greatest U.S. cities ever, ever. In the end, I figured that you can never go wrong with drinking.
Here are some things that I learned while spending time with Jeremy:
- Jeremy’s blog title is not a metaphor. He works in an actual bank vault, underground, that has been converted into his office.
I have adopted a surprising, “Like Me, Like Boston” attitude.
Jeremy has some funny stories about his mother trying to “shock” him out of being gay. Of course, they are only funny in retrospect, horrific at the time.
He has seen Dolly Parton in concert more times than I have seen any live music of any type. I am jealous.
Jeremy testifies to Earl’s coolness in person
I might be able to use Boston’s lack of a grid system to obscure my personal failures at following directions. Getting lost in Boston, afer all, can always be explained on those crazy streets.
People in the Pacific Northwest order a drink known as the “Skinny Black Bitch” which involves vanilla vodka and diet soda.
Seattle is one of the least racially diverse cities in the United States, with a population around 85 percent Euro American. This might also explain why they order things such as the above.
Gay men can always bond over a discussion of porn.
Gay men of a certain age, who are also nerds, can bond over a childhood crush on Gil Gerard from Buck Rogers in the 25th Century.
Gay men of a certain age, who are also nerds, can bond over being horrified that they ever thought that Gil Gerard from Buck Rogers in the 25th Century was attractive.
Gay men, who are also nerds, can bond over being currently attracted to almost all of the male cast from the new Battlestar Galactica.
Anybody who appreciates liquor can bond with me.
No matter how I explain my current job, it always sounds really cushy. It might be because it is really cushy.
Jeremy grew up in Texas. He did his undergraduate degree in Montana. Rural Montana seemed like Eden compared to Texas. That says a lot in my mind.
Anybody of a certain age has at least one horrific relationship story.
I had a good time hanging with Jeremy. Meeting him, though, made me wonder about something. When are the rest of you lazy little bitches going to get your asses to Boston? Remember, GayProf’s time in this city is limited.
While you are looking into airfares, I will leave you with something from Brett. He recently fulfilled a life-long quest for me. Click here to see the video in all of its glory. What amazes me is how Brett knew that I had that exact outfit hanging in my closet. Of course, mine is really lime green with pink trim, not the other way around.