Monday, November 21, 2011

I Think I’ll Go to Boston

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Harley and I marked eight years of marriage on September 27th.  To celebrate we planned a getaway to Boston.   We’d never been.  We’d always wanted to go.  We’d heard fantastic things.  We had all kinds of hopes and dreams and expectations for this time alone together.

Guess what?  Boston did not disappoint.

DSC_0148One of the best things we did:  walk the Charles River at sunset.

But first things first.  First we ditched the kiddos.  Cheryl was crazy kind to not only take them for a long weekend but also to meet me halfway from Pittsburgh to pick them up at 11pm.  Who does that?

IMG_0544 Goodbye my sweet babies!

IMG_0546 I have THE BEST sister.

Then I got my hair done.  Pretty much whenever I have any kind of free babysitting, I’m taking care of important things.  Like highlights.  Little did I know I was ticketed for speeding TWICE on that errand.  Thanks speed cams, thanks.

IMG_0555Is this color worth two speeding tickets to you?  Yeah, I didn’t think so either.

Kids gone, hair done and blissfully unaware of my speeding tickets, we had just one more crucial stop before we hit the road.

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Some people might dread an eight-hour road trip, but for us, it’s half the fun.  Without kids it was nothing but our music, our treats and our casual conversation.  Sometimes it’s our best way to reconnect.

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One of our main hopes was to find Fall in all her New England glory.  We planned the trip to coincide with peak color changes.

DSC_0403DSC_0047We found her.

DSC_0362DSC_0342DSC_0089I learned I love mums. So happy. So fall. So fun to say. DSC_0261-1

We toured Harvard.  Harvard was lovely.  Harvard was smart.  Oh, and Haaaahhh-vard is for Jessie Spano.  (I couldn’t get it out of my head all day.)

DSC_0003 DSC_0079DSC_0005 DSC_0013We kicked it on campus, acting all Dead Poets.  Except we laid on grass instead of standing on desks.  We’re rebellious like that. DSC_0060 DSC_0052This is what you see when you stretch out on Harvard Yard in the middle of October.

DSC_0081-1With my glasses and Harley’s hand pose we totally pull off ivy league, right?  Riiiiiight.

We shared two of the best almond croissants I’ve ever had in my life.  I’ve have some amazing almond croissants in my day.  I LOVE them.  This one took the cake.

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We wandered around MIT and marveled at the funky architecture.  DSC_0102 DSC_0103 DSC_0105 DSC_0106 DSC_0114-1 DSC_0112-1DSC_0116  DSC_0160

Little known facts about us:  Harley applied to MIT. I was thisclose to applying to Emerson. We both may not have gone to BYU, and instead both gone to schools in Boston.  What different lives we would have led.  Maybe we would have met.  Maybe not.  A little mind boggling to think about our lives the other way.  Or any other way.

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Hello non alma maters.

We saw Blue Man Group.  It was mildly entertaining and mediumly disappointing.  These guys aren’t messing around with that name.  Definitely very blue. I’m grateful for a partner who, independently of me, chooses a theatrical performance over a ball game when we visit a big city.  I know I have a rare find there.  I’m sure Fenway Park is awesome and all, but we share other priorities.

  DSC_0156  DSC_0230 Priorities like bald blue men.

Harley may love theater, but he does not know 1980’s television (outside Star Trek). The man honestly didn’t have a clue when I started singing “Where Everybody Knows Your Name” as we passed the Cheers bar.  He was also lost entirely by my Saved by the Bell reference at Harvard.  Seriously, where was he that decade?  So you know, like with any spouse, you win some, you lose some.

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We strolled the Freedom Trail and hung out at Faneuil Hall.  Rich history intersects with festive marketplace.  I like it.

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Can we talk about my boots for a quick minute?  I love them.  They are comfortable, stylish and the color makes me happy.  Today, a random dude at the mall called them sexy.  Feet down, my best purchase of the season.  Hope you’re not sick of them because I’m going to wear these puppies out.

  DSC_0208DSC_0203 DSC_0204This may be Harley’s 2032 presidential campaign tagline.  You saw it here first friends.

DSC_0212DSC_0224Can we spend another minute on Boston’s food?  There was more than life-altering almond croissants.  Like the best clam chowder EVER.  And lobster rolls the size of my arm.  And my first cannoli, which I actually thought was overrated, but the rest was taste bud heaven.  Not pictured:  the biggest Italian dinner of my life and our fancy seafood feast at Turner Fisheries.

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We did a little scenic-inspired photo shoot, which I gotta tell you, is a totally different experience when it doesn’t involve children.

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We stumbled upon beauty in all forms. DSC_0095DSC_0019DSC_0272DSC_0351DSC_0049DSC_0344DSC_0338

Late at night, curled up in our hotel room, we watched Lost.

DSC_0368 Oh Sayid!  Here we thought you’d actually died this time.  Again.

We visited the Boston temple.  It’s beautiful.

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We stopped in Windsor, Connecticut to see our dear old friends, the Maddens.  Also beautiful.

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Eight years baby.  Five of them in the East.  It was high time we experienced Beantown.  This trip was due.  DSC_0350

And this trip delivered.     DSC_0066

If you didn’t get my title reference then you don’t know me and you don’t even care.