Boston & the end of our ropes

Yesterday was the day. D-day. The road trip Apocalypse. End of the road. The answer to the #1 question we were asked when the subject of a two-week road trip was brought into conversation:

Won't you guys start to hate each other?

Courtney and I have been friends for nine years this August. We met on the first day of the sixth grade and, thankfully, outgrew our awkward years, survived high school, the first half of college and 13.25 days of our drive to Maine.

Yesterday was the final day of our east coast excursions, and the city I was most looking forward to: Boston.

We stayed Tuesday night in Norwood, a suburb about 20 minutes outside of the city. We got into Boston around 10:45 a.m. on Wednesday, and parked in central downtown at the Prudential Center. The travel book warned us of outrageous parking rates, but our first clue should have been that the rates weren't even posted. Our cost to park for the day? $35.

We didn't know what exactly to do once we got into town, so we followed our usual protocol: wander around and hope we run into things.

We weren't really talking much, but a tweet I posted ended up erupting into a giant argument in the middle of Boston Public Park. I'm not one for confrontation so I ended up taking these random pictures mid-scream fest:



Then, like any other time we disagree, we dropped it and continued on in stubborn silence until something random made the both of us laugh.

We wandered into the historic district and visited the Old State House, which was the heart of historic Boston and the site of the Boston Massacre.




As it happened, a friend of ours, Matt, was also in Boston for the summer so we met up with him and his roommate to grab some lunch which turned into an impromptu tour around the city.

We walked through Faneuil hall, and down to by the harbor. Matt was our official photographer, so we finally got to take a picture together (instead of Courtney taking a picture of me, then me taking a picture of her)

The original Cheers! (Not that I've ever even seen an episode)

We wandered through the little Italy part of town, and I got, as Matt said, "legit" gelato.

I was a little let down though when we didn't get a chance to really see Fenway Park. I'm a huge Red Sox fan (no, I'm not from Boston... they spring train in Fort Myers). Mis-planning on our part on a game day lead to borderline chaos at the park when we attempted to drive by.

Fenway was the part I was most looking forward to, but camp is 3 hours away so all hope is not lost.

Finally:

When we got into where we were staying in Augusta, we decided to go all out the night before we checked ourselves into camp for the next 8 weeks.

This is Franklin. He was our lobster.

He was delicious.

At some point, I realized we were acting as if we were turning ourselves into a prison sentence but regardless we deserved it before we were surrounded by children in a bunk for 2 months.

Today, we check in.

Next blog update TBA!