Hello, neglected blog! The last time I wrote in you it was about something important. This is the opposite of that, but my mother has been asking for an update on the past month. I can’t remember that far back, though, so here’s what happened last weekend, when Favorite Guy: Ginger Division and I went on a little adventure to the east coast.
Day 1: In which we are awake for 22 hours
The flight was at 6:30 a.m. on Thursday, which meant nervous-flyer Rachel was awake at 4. We got to the airport too late for my usual pre-flight Necessary Calming Beverage, and the Ginger decided to regale me mid-air with tales of bad flights he’s been on in the past. Luckily this was the only point during our trip when I thought about destroying him. We got off the plane and a few train rides later we parked it at our first destination: a margarita!
Sesame Street: Influencing my decisions for over 20 years.
Also, the margarita was in New York City.
During the course of the first day of the vacation, it went bar/food, five-minute nap, shopping, bar/food, shopping, walking the High Line, food, five-minute nap, bar/food. We stayed with some friends in the Upper East Side and had a pretty excellent time; there wasn’t a lot of sight-seeing what with all the sitting and eating, but we did manage to see a whole lot of the subway and stay awake for 22 solid hours.
Some of the details of this evening are best kept between me and Super Grover.
Day 2: Crazy in Connecticut
We woke up, showered, brunched, and bused to Hartford to visit the wanderluster herself, Sabrina! The Ginger has a thing for suburbs, so Sabrina took us by one of the oldest in the country before showing us a good time in West Hartford. And really, it was a good time. There are in fact things to do in Connecticut. Who knew?
Day 3: Bean Town
Our planes, trains and automobiles adventure continued with a drive to Boston. The three of us stopped at the Onyx Hotel (highly recommended, and not just for their animal-print bathrobes and faux-fur bedspreads) before hitting Quincy Market and the Harbor and catching a bit of the Freedom Trail.
No, I don't know why there's a statue of a donkey on the Freedom Trail, but I do know it's important for every tourist to sit on it, preferably while a stranger stands just off-camera and says "nice ass."
A little bit of shopping and eating and we were on to the Haunted Boston tour! This was a highlight of the trip for the two ghost-loving non-redheads among us.
Later, out to the Oldest Tavern In America (or so the sign says) – The Bell in Hand – for a bit of live music and dancing. Sabrina and I each picked out our “boyfriends,” and it took all night for us to realize our boyfriends were actually each others’ boyfriends. Yep; in a room full of burly Bruins fans, we gravitated towards the two waif-y hipsterish guys with excellent floppy hair. I have been in the Twin Cities too long.
Day 4: Family, Fenway, and Farewell
A few of my Massachusetts family members met the gang and I for brunch at the Eastern Standard. It was great, but too short for a once-in-a-decade visit. They took us around the corner to a little place called Fenway for a photo op.
Then it was goodbye family and Sabrina, hello Old Ironsides/excuse to make Anchorman references!
It really is an old, old wooden ship!
She’s 214 years old and she’s still afloat and still commissioned – it doesn’t get much cooler than that.
Next up: Tavern on the Water for a nice view of the city and a little interaction with some real Massachusetts folks, who told us Happy Hours are illegal in Massachusetts but that they had danced on the bar we were sitting at before. I should note these were two 60-ish couples. I liked them.
Last stop before taking off: Giacomo’s, or as The Ginger keeps calling it, “Giergamo’s? Guillermo’s? Gargamel’s?” We waited in line for about forty minutes outside, during which time I realized I needed to find a bathroom (bear with me, this story goes somewhere). So I went to a pharmacy across the street and asked the employee if there was a bathroom.
“Not here, but at the fire station down the street.”
Naturally I left, assumed I heard her wrong, and went a few doors down to another store.
“Try the fire station next door.”
Sure enough, there was an actual fire station next door. Full of not-unattractive firemen. Who I had to ask to lead me to the bathroom (“It’s right back theah, sweetheaaaaht”). My only regret is that I did not buy a t-shirt to commemorate my time at this fine establishment. Or, you know, one of those calendars. You know the ones I mean.
You knew what I meant but I wanted to put this here anyway.
Anyway, back to the restaurant! Or actually the line out in front, where we met another awesome local couple (the guy talked about his twenty years of working for Phil Collins and building a stage for Steven Tyler at Fenway) who pointed out when a local hero walked past us: Zdeno Chara, captain of the Stanley Cup-winning Bruins and tallest dude in the NHL. Yes, I googled all of that. I had no idea who he was.
Although if he had been dressed like this even I might have recognized him.
Dinner, Necessary Calming Beverage and flight: our whirlwind tour of the East was over. Now I’m back and it’s taken me the better part of a week to get this blog post together. My goal is to have my next vacation planned before I completely unpack from this one; at the rate I’m going that shouldn’t be too difficult.