I went back and forth about whether or not to write a blog for my most recent trips. The reason? I have very little proof that they actually took place. The picture below serves as the sole photo proving I made it to Boston. It'll have to suffice. It also happens to hi-light who I made the trek with.
The idea started a few months ago when I met my newest favorite Czech love, Monika...better known and loved as Kiki. We met in an airport in Austin, TX and the rest is history. (Why didn't I blog about my Texas wedding trip!? To come.) So Kiki and I hadn't had enough of each other quite yet, and she insisted I come to Boston for New Years. I proposed the idea to Nate: mostly because I wanted him to join, but also, selfishly, so that I would have a date in a suit who could make me look good. (It worked). Anyways, we found little Monika and had a lovely reunion in her apartment filled with pairs upon pairs of men's athletic shoes that she insists are hers and a 2 month old pumpkin that hadn't even begun to rot.
In between hunting down friends, we spent every waking moment in Quincy Market...walking and rewalking the same strip until we finally settled on something particularly delicious that left us feeling full but slightly unsatisfied because there was Oh so much more to be eaten. A return will be necessary. And I need a recipe for buffalo mac and cheese.
Giant bagel morning at Quincy. If you go early enough you can snag almost any spot you want on the upper level overlooking all the other greedily-hungry tourists. Makes you feel so much less alone, but no less fat.
The bridesmaid's reunion! We owed it to (middle) Monica for not being even remotely useful during the November wedding. We looked up to her as the perfect little MOH and literally let her do ev.ery.thing. Luckily, no responsibilities on New Years lead to an almost repeat of the bachelorette party (except less rugby boys and no wipe outs). What I've learned being around these two: you can never have enough Monic(k)as.
Somehow, we found more Mercy girls in Boston than I think I've seen since high school graduation. Some lovely girls, for sure. I can't say I got to see them all as much as I had planned, but I tried to stick close the the one in the gold dress. I wish I had pictures of our dinner the night before with the cotton candy and churros dessert! I also wish I had a picture of her "we're closed" face that Emmy tossed us when we tried to sneak into her work just 5 minutes after they had closed. Alas. This is our only friend proof. She and my Monic(k)as would, however, be enough reason to move to lovely Boston. Find me some Spanish babies to teach!
See? I was there. With this boy. I even have a New Year's horn, and he has an equally-as-flashy necklace. It was my favorite New Year's yet, though the one thing I really wanted was refused to me. Over and over again. Ke$ha: Die Young. I think I requested it over 10 times, leaning over the DJ's little table, climbing on the chair next to him, getting tugged on by security. All for Ke$ha. No dice. I'm honestly not sure how I could have been any bossier. We will find out next year.
(Also, HIMYM fans. The coat check girl on New Year's looked eerily like the coat check girl in the club episode when Ted tries on all of the coats. I should have asked her.)
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