Close readers of this blog, if such a thing exists, might remember a post from June that described how I met two editors to talk about two different opportunities, and learned afterward that I was walking around with an enormous rip in the backside of my pants. The first opportunity, of course, worked out grand: It was to talk about the gig I have now at Boston mag. The second one, less exciting than a full-time job but fun all the same, bears fruit today: It’s the new edition of Time Out Boston (a travel book, not a magazine), which is now out, and to which I contributed a bunch of chapters. Amazon, for some reason, shows a different book cover than the copy I got, but I assure you, it’s out.

I started work on this thing soon after I moved into the city, which made it a great crash course in where the hell everything is. When my parents visited, I rattled off info like a tour guide. And a little while ago, they paid me in pounds, because it’s a British company. (Holla, Gisele!) So: Ye all traveling to Boston and turning to me as your guide, I apologize in advance.