The call of a day off opened up a window of opportunity to get away from the little terrors that reside in my little house. I have every Thursday off as does my buddy Alex.B in the house next to mine. He's from NJ, plays d-line for Ithaca and the best part, he's brought his car to camp.
So Wednesday comes around, we've notified camp we're leaving, but little do they know we barely know what we want to do; our sole ethos of the journey being...'get away from camp!'
We get in to the car, turn on the satnav and type in........Boston.
A 2 hour journey turns in to a 3 hour journey after a petrol station simply refuses to pump fuel. As well as reaching Boston and realising we actually have nowhere to stay.
Hotels promote their best prices at a slither below $200, so...short of sleeping in the car we end up shacking it up in a Boston University dorm room at about 4am. This was after we walked in to a bar, looking for a drink, set the alarms off, which signalled the armed gang crime response unit to rush down and sweep the building. We watched from the 7eleven across the road, but the thing that confused us the most....the front door was open and lights were on inside! Our faces on the CCTV footage must be hilarious.
Our day in Boston started off slowly, we woke up at 8, left the dorm at 8.30 sharp in search for the one road that has free parking. The satnav went ballistic and took us everywhere except where we wanted to be; although we did see loads of random Bostonian stuff, which mildly made up for the fact it took us an hour to figure out how to drive across the river and then an hour to find our way, to walk, back across it amongst a fury of 2 grumpy hungry bellies!
We satisfied our hunger and capped it off with a few scoops from my new favourite ice cream store 'boYo'.
My admiration for the people of Boston began in this store. Everyone was so eager for us to have a good time that every half hour we were getting pointed in new directions. So Lilia (pretty name) directed us to TD Gardens, where this year's NHL Stanley Cup winners play their home games, and she also suggested seeing Boston Harbour, which we saved for sunset. Managed to get me a boYo pink sox baseball cap (from the boYo girl's uniform) and a mini Red Sox helmet at the same time.
While wondering the streets we came across a stunning 1965 Ford F-100 truck that blew me away, the owner's parked it outside his plumbing company and for arguement's sake we gave this elderly chap the name 'Billy'. He told us a bit about his truck racing days followed by him pointing us down the road on the 'Freedom Trail' - a route that takes you to all the historically famous sites in Boston.
I won't lie, we followed the trail footstep for footstep right up to the point we bumped in to Cheers, from the TV show, about 500 yards down the road. Least to say Boston became a much funnier place after a couple blueberry beers.
As the day drew on towards a close we had time to see Fenway Park, the Boston Red Sox Baseball stadium, however there was a big event at The House of Blues, which meant we couldn't look around, but hopefully we'll have a chance to go back and watch a game.
Sunset comes, Boston Harbour blows us away! There's a beach, so my toes are happy in the sand. The day ends with the drive back to Lenox with enough time for a night cap in our local.
Loving my job!!!!!!!!!! :)
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