Girls weekends. They are fun. The funnest. But they wear me out. I am old. Old, old, old.
Steph was kind enough of host us, let us trash her apartment and drive us around all the coolest parts of Boston for two days. She’s awesome like that.
I’d never been to Boston before, so I didn’t really know what to expect beyond a lot of laughter, food and drink.
The city of Boston is gorgeous! Lots of water and beautiful foliage. I’m glad we went in the Fall when the leaves where changing, but before it got cold. I don’t function in the cold, if you’ll recall.
In addition to taking in the sights, we did exactly what I expected we’d do – ate and drank.
Seafood soups were a popular menu item amongst the group. The one pictured here is the Spicy Lobster Soup from Top of the Hub. That is a hunk of butter on top that you see there. Kelly highly regretted not ordering this, so she decided to take a few shifts and help me eat it. Real friends share soup.
Although I was the farthest North and East I’ve been in the U.S., I had to stick to my redneck ways a little bit. Beer in a can is my jam. This one was pretty typical – tasted like a PBR. After housing a burrito the size of my face, butter soup for lunch and my share of the biggest pile of nachos EVER, I didn’t have room for anything much heavier. Well, until our midnight snack of frozen pizza and donut holes later on…
But more important than the food, drink or scenery was the company. I just love these girls.
I wish we lived closer to each other, but I fear that if we did I might never get another good night of sleep again. But with all the free hair styling, makeup tips, deep, belly laughs and emotional pep talks they’d provide – it would be worth it.
Minus the sleep deprivation, it was the perfect weekend. Football even redeemed itself. Lots of fun upsets and an OU victory. I cannot complain.
Now it’s back to normalcy, which is pretty welcome. I think my body is officially over me trying to act like I’m still 21.
I need some Metamucil and a nap.