Primp, Prance, Purée: The Charles River and Toscanini's

My, how tardy to the party this post is..... Super busy just trying to make my way up the ol' corporate ladder during the day then consuming exactly 0.5 glasses of pinot before passing out on my couch every night- Yes, it's true, being 24 and living in a big city is just as fabulous as it sounds...

Believe it or not, I did leave my apartment in Brighton recently. I didn't just stop there though, I traveled all the way across the river to Central Sq. in Cambridge. It's kind of unspoken between the post-grads in Boston that crossing the Charles River is a lot to ask of a person. I can guarantee that if you ask someone of my age and financial status to come "hang" across the river, you'll be met with the exact following response:
1. A long sigh
2.You'll be asked for an explanation of what is so great that it requires sitting in Harvard traffic
3. WILL there be parking? If not, don't waste my time. And, no, I'm not taking the green line to park st, then just hopping on the red (or vice-versa for my Cambridge/Somerville peeps), i'd rather spend that hour napping
4. Most likely, I'll end the convo by trying one last time to have the friend in question just come to me... but I'm also a pinch selfish at times. Sue me.

I digress, anyways, I went to Cambridge to help a friend complete his "I am the1%" Halloween costume by scouring through the Garment District. After we found his garb, I decided I wanted to look for costume ideas at the salvation army down the street (PS never went out for Halloween due to a random rib injury- made a drinking game out of Hocus Pocus instead- we'd sip our wine any time the witches acted confused by modern times). Never made it to the salvation army because we stumbled upon Toscanini's instead.

Toscanini's is a little shop specializing in gourmet coffee, quirky ice cream flavors and bistro-type eats. My P.I.C and I sampled peppermint mochas made with hot fudge; they were insane- you literally had to use a spoon to scoop out leftover fudge when you had gotten through your drink. Then... we sampled their ice cream.

I truly believe that, every once in a blue moon, some mysterious greater power is all, "I'm over watching Amy curse in her car as she sits in traffic and blasts angsty Tay Swift. Whilst funny, it's also pitiful. Maybs, I'll help her cash in those karma points she earned when she waved for an extra paper towel to emerge for the lady behind her in the paper towel line this morning..." The ice cream at Toscanini's, my friends, was definitely a reward for some good karma. I sampled the 'brown butter pumpkin sage' flavor while my friend tried the 'goat cheese brownie'. Both were close-your-eyes-and-make-an-awkward-stomach-rubbing-motion-in-public incredible and completely worth the voyage across the bridge.