Boston 2007
Ok, you can all stop yelling at me now....
My trip was great, if not a bit too short. I flew in Friday night and with a minor inconvenience aside the flights were fine. We stopped in Atlanta and the plane was supposed to continue on to Boston, but they changed that and failed to tell the flight crew. Myself and the other guy going to Boston had gotten off and I happen to ask the lady at the gate if the plane was going to Boston and she said no that's been changed so I had to go back and get my suitcase. That was a bit annoying, but I had an hour so it was ok. Oh and is it a rule that if you connect in Atlanta your connecting flight has to be in a totally other concourse? That happened both ways.
My hotel was nice. It's one of the original hotels in the area, Copley Square/ Back Bay, and is across the street from The Boston Public Library and a Lords and Taylor. When I got off the train, I was a pulling my suitcase trying to find my hotel, but I couldn't stop looking around at everything. Definitely the right area. It was very beautiful, as you'll see from the pictures, really top notch.
It rained Saturday morning, so I didn't get out as much as I wanted, but I did walk around the Back Bay area and see the shops and the lovely brownstones the next block over. It was all very nice.
Hannah came down from New Hampsha around noonish and we spent most of the rainy afternoon catching up and eating at some bagel place that was home of "the bagel buzzsaw". Basically, whenever someone order a bagel, they dropped it on this conveyor belt which carried it to this big saw looking thing and sliced it in half and shot it down to the people who put on your toppings. You know, whatever tofu you were having. It was kind of fun.
We left for the show and thought we knew where we were going, but kind of didn't. Basically, we went right when left was the order of the day. We saw all of the theater district though, so that was nice and Hannah accosted some poor little punk kids trying to find a club themselves. After 15 different directions given (that were all wrong), we found it.
The show was great. Always a great crowd, except there were some people from Buffalo who kept chanting "Lets go Buffalo". I know, what the fuck is in Buffalo? Weird. The lady behind us was originally from Canada and was married to an American briefly and now was with the guy she was sitting next to. I know all of this because when I came back to my seat between sets, Hannah and her were talking. Girls do that. Strike up conversations with random people. She liked Hannah's shirt and Hannah liked hers. Again, something else girls do. She was cool. It was her fifth Hip show and her favorite song is "Gift Shop" which they played and that's cool. She was also very hot, but that's unimportant. By the time the show was over the weather had broken and we walked home through Boston Common and that was lovely, even in the dark.
Sunday was a completely different day weather wise. It was sunny, crystal blue skies, windy and about 50 degrees. Perfect. We walked down to Fenway Park, which was about 2 miles from the hotel. Great day to go. The Red Sox were set to win the World Series that night and there was buzz around the park. We took the tour, which was fun and you'll see some of the pictures henceforth.
I came home Sunday evening. I realized something on the way home; at 30,000 feet at night, every city looks the same. We could have been flying in a circle for two hours and I'd have never known the difference. We got to Atlanta and were delayed from our original departure time to Tallahassee of 10.30 to 11.50 because they didn't have any pilots for the flight (Ah, welcome to the New Delta) and had to call some in. We didn't get to Tally until 12.30AM and I didn't get to my house until 1.30.No worries, totally worth it.
All in all it was a great trip, I only wish I would have stayed longer like I had planned, but I will be back at some point to catch the things I missed. Harvard, the Charles river, Freedom trail all that crap.
Special thank you to Hannah for coming down. It was great to see you again after all this time and thank you especially for coming with me to Fenway. Baseball is a very important thing to me and Fenway is one of its cathedrals if you will. It's a link to the past as the tour guide said all the greats have played there. It was a place I'd always wanted to go and it fulfilled a small dream for me. Thank you for sharing that with me.
Also, thank you for lifting the curse. I"m sure that will help.
Ok, so here are some pictures. I didn't get to take as many as I'd like with the limited time and the rain on Saturday, but I'll be going back.
My trip was great, if not a bit too short. I flew in Friday night and with a minor inconvenience aside the flights were fine. We stopped in Atlanta and the plane was supposed to continue on to Boston, but they changed that and failed to tell the flight crew. Myself and the other guy going to Boston had gotten off and I happen to ask the lady at the gate if the plane was going to Boston and she said no that's been changed so I had to go back and get my suitcase. That was a bit annoying, but I had an hour so it was ok. Oh and is it a rule that if you connect in Atlanta your connecting flight has to be in a totally other concourse? That happened both ways.
My hotel was nice. It's one of the original hotels in the area, Copley Square/ Back Bay, and is across the street from The Boston Public Library and a Lords and Taylor. When I got off the train, I was a pulling my suitcase trying to find my hotel, but I couldn't stop looking around at everything. Definitely the right area. It was very beautiful, as you'll see from the pictures, really top notch.
It rained Saturday morning, so I didn't get out as much as I wanted, but I did walk around the Back Bay area and see the shops and the lovely brownstones the next block over. It was all very nice.
Hannah came down from New Hampsha around noonish and we spent most of the rainy afternoon catching up and eating at some bagel place that was home of "the bagel buzzsaw". Basically, whenever someone order a bagel, they dropped it on this conveyor belt which carried it to this big saw looking thing and sliced it in half and shot it down to the people who put on your toppings. You know, whatever tofu you were having. It was kind of fun.
We left for the show and thought we knew where we were going, but kind of didn't. Basically, we went right when left was the order of the day. We saw all of the theater district though, so that was nice and Hannah accosted some poor little punk kids trying to find a club themselves. After 15 different directions given (that were all wrong), we found it.
The show was great. Always a great crowd, except there were some people from Buffalo who kept chanting "Lets go Buffalo". I know, what the fuck is in Buffalo? Weird. The lady behind us was originally from Canada and was married to an American briefly and now was with the guy she was sitting next to. I know all of this because when I came back to my seat between sets, Hannah and her were talking. Girls do that. Strike up conversations with random people. She liked Hannah's shirt and Hannah liked hers. Again, something else girls do. She was cool. It was her fifth Hip show and her favorite song is "Gift Shop" which they played and that's cool. She was also very hot, but that's unimportant. By the time the show was over the weather had broken and we walked home through Boston Common and that was lovely, even in the dark.
Sunday was a completely different day weather wise. It was sunny, crystal blue skies, windy and about 50 degrees. Perfect. We walked down to Fenway Park, which was about 2 miles from the hotel. Great day to go. The Red Sox were set to win the World Series that night and there was buzz around the park. We took the tour, which was fun and you'll see some of the pictures henceforth.
I came home Sunday evening. I realized something on the way home; at 30,000 feet at night, every city looks the same. We could have been flying in a circle for two hours and I'd have never known the difference. We got to Atlanta and were delayed from our original departure time to Tallahassee of 10.30 to 11.50 because they didn't have any pilots for the flight (Ah, welcome to the New Delta) and had to call some in. We didn't get to Tally until 12.30AM and I didn't get to my house until 1.30.No worries, totally worth it.
All in all it was a great trip, I only wish I would have stayed longer like I had planned, but I will be back at some point to catch the things I missed. Harvard, the Charles river, Freedom trail all that crap.
Special thank you to Hannah for coming down. It was great to see you again after all this time and thank you especially for coming with me to Fenway. Baseball is a very important thing to me and Fenway is one of its cathedrals if you will. It's a link to the past as the tour guide said all the greats have played there. It was a place I'd always wanted to go and it fulfilled a small dream for me. Thank you for sharing that with me.
Also, thank you for lifting the curse. I"m sure that will help.
Ok, so here are some pictures. I didn't get to take as many as I'd like with the limited time and the rain on Saturday, but I'll be going back.
posted by Richard at 10:32 PM
7 Comments:
- my love, it's like you don't know me at all:
kate spade = purses.
-excellent recap. as i was there, i have few comments to add except:
a. thank you for cropping my mother out of that picture;
b. i liked the walking tour of boston we took - in the rain - trying to find the orpheum. you never once stopped me from asking for directions, no matter how wrong they all were;
c. i would not have wanted to visit fenway with anyone else, thank you for sharing it with me;
d. i was ecstatic to see you again, as you very well know. you could have gone anywhere to see the hip, it means a lot to me that you chose boston;
e. i hope by lifting the curse you find the happiness in love that you are more than worthy of.
OK you two, stop with all the sappy stuff. Making me kinda sick (kidding)...
Really glad you both had a fabulous trip. Boston truly is a wicked cool city (with hot guys too - I might add).
I cannot believe you didn't know Kate Spade was purses - I mean, come on - that's what was hanging in the windows (PS - she's dabbling in the clothing line now). Still cannot afford either.
Thanks for sharing. Next time you want to go explore another fun city (or back to Boston) - I'm game. I don't like doing the traveling thing by myself. :-)
ROAD TRIP!
Your mom wasn't with us? Huh?
"Quickly..quickly..."
AUSTIN! AUSTIN!! Road trip to AUSTIN!!!
Okay, now that I have that out of my system...
Kate Spade = purses, clothes, shoes, and dinnerware - I think maybe even paper. And it's all awesome. Even if I only know from drooling over it in the stores.
Looked like you guys both had an amazing time!
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Oh yeah, that's a different picture. I can post that one if you want.
no..... the girl in that one is a troll. let it go.
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