With all the hubbub, I never got to tell you about my trip to Boston. Friday afternoon, I went shopping at Copley Place and Newbury Street. It was like the mothership calling me home. My poor credit card got a good workout and I ended up having everything shipped home because there was no way all of it would fit in my suitcase. I also went wandering around Boston Common while it was sprinkling and found Cheers on accident. I didn’t know it was a real bar, so I was tickled to run across it.
I met up with my friend, Jen, for sushi at Zen. I had spicy maki roll and spicy salmon roll with pineapple saki for those interested. I went back to the hotel and then got dressed. Gianni went to New York, but I met up with four of his friends and we went on a pub crawl. I remember starting at the Last Hurrah (the bar inside the Omni Parker House Hotel, where I was staying) and I remember Cheers. Then, they started to blur. I do, however, remember some guy getting fresh with me and putting his hand down my shirt. I slapped him so hard that he started to bleed. Then, I swiveled back around in my stool and finished my pint of Guinness. All the guys were impressed. My hand still hurts, though.
I was woken up at the buttcrack of dawn by Phil, aka the Big P, Tour Guide to the Stars. For those that don’t know, he’s just as funny and sarcastic in person as he is blogging. He put up with my boneheadedness like a trooper and he didn’t roll his eyes too much, except I think I did exasperate him with my color coordinated outfits with matching skullies.
Honestly, though, who could not appreciate a skullie as cute as this?
We took the subway and my body kept trying to go towards Newbury Street. It’s like there was a beacon going off in my head. We ended up at the Prudential Center and went to the Skywalk Observatory. We walked around a lot, well for me anyway. I kept tripping because I’m not used to walking in shoes that don’t have 2-3″ heels on them. I like to look at touristy things, but not do the whole tour thing, but I took lots of pictures, but the sun was bright and there was this funky glare, so the pictures aren’t that great.
I got to see the Green Monster at Fenway.
I love how old and new meld so well in this town.
We went shopping in Prudential Center and I bought plenty of Pats gear to piss my dads off. I almost popped Phil on the back of the head for not telling me there was a Sheraton inside the mall. How cool is that? I could have shopped for breakfast. Sighs. We went to eat at King’s in Back Bay. The staff was impressed with my lime green sweater, beanie and scarf and I had appletinis while Phil had Bass. I, and one of the waitresses from Dallas, had the devil’s own time trying to explain what Big Red soda tasted like. He was laughing at us because all I could say was it’s red, carbonated and sugary. There is nothing else that tastes like it. I’ll just have to send Phil some and then see how he describes it.
We ended up hanging out at Ned Devine’s and watching the Pats play the Jags and Phil and I got into a linguistics debate about Pats (Paaaats pronounced with a long “a”) versus Pats (like a pat of butter) I don’t care what he says, they should be called the Pats with a long “a” because they’re not called the Pat-riots, they’re called the Paaatriots, but whatever. I also surprised the hell out of Phil with my drinking prowess. I mixed my beer and my liquor and didn’t get sick. I am not your average bear, I tell you. I’ve said before that I come from a long line of alcoholics, but somehow, I don’t think he believed me until then.
Boston was a blast. There are a couple of things that need to be said. There are some seriously hot men in that city. Lordy, I was overheating more than I care to admit to. Makes me wish I had followed my first mind and went to Harvard afterall, because there were plenty of snuggle bunnies. The girls, though, ehhhhhh, not that cute. Even the girls that Phil considered to be hot there would be classified as only “all right” in Austin. And why do they only wear brown, gray, or black? Did all the other colors fall off the palette or what? I felt like a Bird of Paradise set adrift in a cold land.
I had fun, though, and I think I will make another trek to see it during the spring because I kept being told that I wasn’t seeing the city at its finest. It won’t be dreary or cold and that’s all I care about. I can only imagine the heat I’ll take for my summer wardrobe, but that’s all right. I’m bringing color back to Beantown, no pun intended, of course.
State of the Union: Zippy
Listening to: Sexyback by Justin Timberlake
Edited: August 18th, 2008
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