Cheers to Beantown

I don’t even know where to begin with my trip to Boston. My flight was at 6:30 a.m. Friday morning so my amazing boyfriend got up at 4 a.m. with me to give me a ride to the airport. This was my first domestic flight so getting through security was a lot easier (You don’t need my passport? What?), and it was strange that I could pick my own seat. (But I am told that’s just a Southwest thing…). I never sleep on flights so I bought two books (Because I can’t just buy a magazine…I have no willpower whatsoever…Damn those bazillion newstands in the airport) and settled down in my seat with a book. Next thing I know, I was waking up and the pilot was announcing the descent to Boston. *Squee*

When I landed in Boston, I was still groggy because I had just woken up, hadn’t had any coffee and I had to make my way through the public transportation system in a city that I didn’t know to walk through streets that were foreign to me. Once I made it on the blue line of the T going in the CORRECT direction (I may have gone one stop in the wrong direction), transferring to Green and then RED, I was free in the streets of Boston. (I was very proud of this accomplishment despite Liz saying “It’s actually a really simple commute.”) The 5 minute walk from the T to my friends’ house turned into 15 minutes when I honed in on a Starbucks and couldn’t walk in any other direction. Once I made it to their house, we drove Liz to work and Jordan & I went back to their kick-ass apartment so I could charge my phone.

Then Jordan played tour guide for a few hours while Liz was at work…The streets of Boston reminded me of Istanbul so much…the entire time, I was in awe and homesick. It was beyond gorgeous and I decided within the first 10 minutes that I was moving to Boston. I ate pizza from Ernesto’s in Little Italy (If you’re in Boston, you HAVE to get pizza from Ernesto’s), had an OctoberFest in Cheers (Where everybody knows your name!) and walked through the Public Gardens where I saw the most disturbing statue ever. (GingerMandy and I are stealing it for our living room.) The rest of the day was pretty low key…Liz and I went to get some liquor and food for dinner and we just hung out…started to watch a really random and horrible ‘horror’ flick called “Trick R Treat”…but I fell asleep during it. (We did also go see Boondock Saints 2…but I refuse to talk about it. REFUSE!! Just don’t see it. Just…don’t.)

Saturday was just getting up super late and running around to do some last minute shopping…Got home to get ready and went to dinner at Grendel’s Den where I saw the Ambigiously Gay Duo and had to get a picture with them (NO ONE RECOGNIZES US!!) Other honorable mentions for Halloween costumes this weekend was “The King of Pop”, the kid who was far too young to be wearing the “Risky Business” get up and Devo. After a pretty low-key birthday/Halloween party, we made our way back home to start watching “Drag Me to Hell” which was wicked awesome…Until I passed out again.

Sunday was the flight back…Where I was stuck at the airport for two extra hours because of a malfunction on the plane. I made it back to BWI around 6…where I was picked up by my awesome boyfriend. (Seriously, I am so fucking lucky).

And I will be going back to Boston…multiple times…until I probably end up moving there.

There are some AWESOME scenery shots in this album…

Little Italy...You know he owns this shit.

The balls of Paul Revere's horse.

I will ERECT YOU!! (Even with my short stumpy self)

The most disturbing statue I've ever seen.

The Public Garden...SO PRETTY!

Yummy yummy

:)

"King of Pop"

Ambigiously Gay Duo

When you see it, you'll shit bricks.

Yes, I totally bought a flask. And there was Captain in that.

How was YOUR Halloween?