Last Day in Boston | Heidi Kicks Ass

I spent the day at Borders at the Cambridgeside Galleria. Had a wonderful little steak and cheese lunch and read lots of interesting books.

I miss Los Angeles where many of my friends don't have normal jobs and are available to play during the day. (Boston doesn't seem to have too many actors, voiceover artists, or runway models). Also, Los Angeles is warm.

Heidi wanted to get Indian food for dinner. We picked up Ananda Lombaba and Dommerick and went over to the Kebab Factory for a delightful meal.

Also we found a person made of balloons.



Afterwards, we piled into Heidi's car to go watch the gays sing Karaoke. But it wouldn't start.

Tried it again....nothing.

(All this happens while we're shivering in 30-degree frigidness.)

And then, she appeared.

HeidiWendt, Superwoman.

Decked out in her white Ralph Lauren cable-knit sweater, camel-colored pea coat, white gloves, pearl earrings, and Burberry scarf, one could easily mistake her as a Park Avenue princess, but that would be wrong.

Heidi Wendt can kick some major ass.

Out of nowhere she pops the hood of her Explorer, checks all her fluids, twists a few knobs, darts back to her trunk, reappears with containers of radiator fluid and antifreeze, pours them in their respective receptacles, jumps back in the drivers seat, tosses her hair, and starts the car. And it works. Amazing.



Heidi also once fought off a pack of wild baboons while she was in Africa. No joke.