headed for boston, ended up in seattle
(ok, so those of you who know that i went to boston in october, stop laughing. i am very busy these days and yes, i used the date editing function. at least you're getting something to read, so stop complaining.)
our trip to boston was a comedy of errors. we left on friday, october 14 it was sunny-ish in toronto. we got to the airport early (of course, since the husband prefers to be there early. he missed a plane long ago and it scarred him for life.) so we decided to have a snack at the airport bar and ordered some chicken wings and beer.
i knew the trip was starting off well when i ran to the ladies room, tears streaming down my face from the hot chicken wing sauce that shot into my eye when the husband took his first bite. (don't worry, no eyeballs were harmed in the making of this vacation.)
eyemakeup completely off, i returned to the restaurant and reassured concerned husband that we were still good to go.
well, air canada wasn't. of course, the plane was late.
once it finally got there, i settled into my comfy business class seat (courtesy of frequent flying). even though i knew our original lunch plans needed to be scrapped, i declined the questionable "hot" snack. the flight was fairly uneventful and i got some quality magazine reading in.
once there, our crazed taxi driver hurled us towards our hotel in the pouring rain. not a good sign. but hotel nine zero was very cool, in a small roomed boutique hotel kind of way. glad we weren't paying (husband's work trip).
so we scrapped our original plans for lunch and siteseeing. went to the hotel bar to reformulate a plan and sample local brews. when the rain settled down a bit, we looked at a few freedom trail sites -- the cemetary across the street from the hotel -- then decided to find some warm, dry shopping. luckily all the major shopping was literally behind the hotel and filenes was having a huge sale. the husband bought shoes. i bought a purse.
scrapped our original dinner plans to go to a trendy restaurant and went to durgin park in touristy faniuel hall (the first of many visits during the weekend) and had a new england clam bake complete with clam chowda and lobsta.
saturday we were up early hopeful for a dry day. no dice. it was pouring when we got to the lobby. so much for starbucks -- we headed back for the room and ordered room service and read all the free papers the hotel would give us.
still raining 3 hours later, we decided that we had to go somewhere dry, like macy's. the husband bought more shoes. we went back to the hotel to drop off the packages and then headed back to fanueil hall for more clam chowda and lobster rolls. these were accompanied by some acapella singing groups from harvard. still raining. had to go shopping at ann taylor loft to stay dry. finally i bought something -- shirts, cords, pjs. it was a good day.
we tried to go to a nearby pub called the black rose – it was too packed with football fans. but we'd be back, we just didn't know it then.
still raining, so we drop off the bags. yes, bags. then go to the bar next door to the hotel called beantown pub. have some nachos and harpoon ipa, watch some football.
that night we meet up with the husband's friends, greg and adam. greg lives there so he tries to take us sightseeing on the freedom trail. it's still raining. adam's from nyc so greg takes the tourists to probably the worst meal in the whole city at cheers. guess where it is -- yep, fanueil hall.
the evening gets better when we go to the rack, excellent people watching for me, pool for the boys. finally, we go to little italy and get dessert at mike's pastry – boston cream pie and canollis, the things the place is famous for. after greg suggests that we go to a real irish pub. guess where we go -- yep, the black rose. good people watching. the bostonians love their alcohol.
we try to go to the smallest bar, which by the way, we walked past every time we went shopping, and end up back at the beantown pub, with about 250 franz fernand fans (show was next door and ff were staying at our hotel) and a bunch of wedding guests, who had obviously had enough of a very boring wedding. we stayed out way too late.
sunday, it was still raining. so we sleep in, have room service coffee and read whole Sunday boston globe. rain stops (finally) so we decided to walk around boston common, beacon hill, newberry street, back bay to go to the polkadog bakery so we can get the bulldog a new cute leash. the leash we wanted was sold out in the right length.
so we go to 647 tremont, the restaurant we were supposed to have dinner at on the first night, for their pajama brunch. nice atmosphere and good food, but i'm glad we went to brunch not dinner.
we walk off our brunch through chinatown and then hang out in the room until i have to go to the airport. the hotel puts us in a chauffered suburban!
business class lounge sucked – united - it was stuffed and boring so decided to people watch in the terminal instead. much funnier. the flight was ok – of course, the food sucked (pizza).
after landing in toronto, i drove to the in-laws to pick up the bulldog, who obviously didn't want to leave the 24-7 buffet and ball playing and come home with boring me. we were both in bed by 1, bulldog snoring loudly.
our trip to boston was a comedy of errors. we left on friday, october 14 it was sunny-ish in toronto. we got to the airport early (of course, since the husband prefers to be there early. he missed a plane long ago and it scarred him for life.) so we decided to have a snack at the airport bar and ordered some chicken wings and beer.
i knew the trip was starting off well when i ran to the ladies room, tears streaming down my face from the hot chicken wing sauce that shot into my eye when the husband took his first bite. (don't worry, no eyeballs were harmed in the making of this vacation.)
eyemakeup completely off, i returned to the restaurant and reassured concerned husband that we were still good to go.
well, air canada wasn't. of course, the plane was late.
once it finally got there, i settled into my comfy business class seat (courtesy of frequent flying). even though i knew our original lunch plans needed to be scrapped, i declined the questionable "hot" snack. the flight was fairly uneventful and i got some quality magazine reading in.
once there, our crazed taxi driver hurled us towards our hotel in the pouring rain. not a good sign. but hotel nine zero was very cool, in a small roomed boutique hotel kind of way. glad we weren't paying (husband's work trip).
so we scrapped our original plans for lunch and siteseeing. went to the hotel bar to reformulate a plan and sample local brews. when the rain settled down a bit, we looked at a few freedom trail sites -- the cemetary across the street from the hotel -- then decided to find some warm, dry shopping. luckily all the major shopping was literally behind the hotel and filenes was having a huge sale. the husband bought shoes. i bought a purse.
scrapped our original dinner plans to go to a trendy restaurant and went to durgin park in touristy faniuel hall (the first of many visits during the weekend) and had a new england clam bake complete with clam chowda and lobsta.
saturday we were up early hopeful for a dry day. no dice. it was pouring when we got to the lobby. so much for starbucks -- we headed back for the room and ordered room service and read all the free papers the hotel would give us.
still raining 3 hours later, we decided that we had to go somewhere dry, like macy's. the husband bought more shoes. we went back to the hotel to drop off the packages and then headed back to fanueil hall for more clam chowda and lobster rolls. these were accompanied by some acapella singing groups from harvard. still raining. had to go shopping at ann taylor loft to stay dry. finally i bought something -- shirts, cords, pjs. it was a good day.
we tried to go to a nearby pub called the black rose – it was too packed with football fans. but we'd be back, we just didn't know it then.
still raining, so we drop off the bags. yes, bags. then go to the bar next door to the hotel called beantown pub. have some nachos and harpoon ipa, watch some football.
that night we meet up with the husband's friends, greg and adam. greg lives there so he tries to take us sightseeing on the freedom trail. it's still raining. adam's from nyc so greg takes the tourists to probably the worst meal in the whole city at cheers. guess where it is -- yep, fanueil hall.
the evening gets better when we go to the rack, excellent people watching for me, pool for the boys. finally, we go to little italy and get dessert at mike's pastry – boston cream pie and canollis, the things the place is famous for. after greg suggests that we go to a real irish pub. guess where we go -- yep, the black rose. good people watching. the bostonians love their alcohol.
we try to go to the smallest bar, which by the way, we walked past every time we went shopping, and end up back at the beantown pub, with about 250 franz fernand fans (show was next door and ff were staying at our hotel) and a bunch of wedding guests, who had obviously had enough of a very boring wedding. we stayed out way too late.
sunday, it was still raining. so we sleep in, have room service coffee and read whole Sunday boston globe. rain stops (finally) so we decided to walk around boston common, beacon hill, newberry street, back bay to go to the polkadog bakery so we can get the bulldog a new cute leash. the leash we wanted was sold out in the right length.
so we go to 647 tremont, the restaurant we were supposed to have dinner at on the first night, for their pajama brunch. nice atmosphere and good food, but i'm glad we went to brunch not dinner.
we walk off our brunch through chinatown and then hang out in the room until i have to go to the airport. the hotel puts us in a chauffered suburban!
business class lounge sucked – united - it was stuffed and boring so decided to people watch in the terminal instead. much funnier. the flight was ok – of course, the food sucked (pizza).
after landing in toronto, i drove to the in-laws to pick up the bulldog, who obviously didn't want to leave the 24-7 buffet and ball playing and come home with boring me. we were both in bed by 1, bulldog snoring loudly.
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