This weekend. I never stopped.
The Kid and I went to Lexington/Concord on Friday which was really cool but also it has been over 100F here lately and that is just unacceptable when you are on this 20 mile trail and you want to see things like the capture site of Paul Revere because well you like ridiculous history things like that. Glad the Kid does too. So I was hot and sweaty and miserable in the worst ways. ugh.
Friday night I went to a goodbye party. It was a wine and cheese type of going away and some of my favorite VISTAs were there. I was fine until I was drunk and realized we needed to leave. Then I did something so very me. I cried. hard. and of course I am like the only person in such a distraught state. how stupid did I feel? super stupid, but I was almost too drunk to care. The Kid got a huge kick out of my post cry and constant giggle though. glad someone could be entertained.
Saturday Ashley and I went to Maine. I had my first boiled lobster experience. His name was Gustave. Never name your food. He was a good lobster. I loved him greatly until when trying to pull him open this nasty green stuff that no one warned me about! went everywhere. gross. It was a fun festival where we ate way too much food, listened to a 60s rock cover band that was awesome, and when the sun went down we watched the fireworks.
Sunday Ashley, The Kid, and myself took a trip to Newport Rhode Island. We saw all of the big mansions and a kite flying park and a hot air balloon festival. It was a lot of fun on another super hot day.
I have 2 weeks left.
shut up. What am I doing with my life?
I hate that thoughts like that kept creeping into my brain all during these fabulous times I was having with my favorite people in Massachusetts.
Chatboard (0)