Drownin’ worms and killin’ time.

My father is the definition of a fisherman. Any free time that he has, you better believe he will have a fishing rod and reel in his hands, either fly fishing in a stream or marine fishing from the beach. My dad passed this love for fishing to my brother and they have shared countless hours of quality time together engaged in the sport. After a day of fishing, I always hear their stories about the one that got away. Now it was my turn to share these memories with dad.

Thursday night (7/19) my dad and I headed up to Boston to visit my brother, grab dinner and spend the night at his apartment before our fishing day on Friday. Doug lives in Newton Highlands, Massachusetts a cute little town on the outskirts of Boston. Newton is about 50 miles south from our fishing destination of Plum Island, making it a good in between point for the night.

For dinner we stayed in town and headed to O’Hara’s, an Irish pub, where we were able to catch up with Doug and his second year of residency at Beth Israel. He is definitely busy (and tired), but I am so proud of my brother and all of his accomplishments. I am certain that Doug always puts the patients needs first and will be a successful doctor in whatever field he decides to specialize in. But for now, the long hours of being on call, even over the weekend, had Doug jealous that he couldn’t join my dad and I on our trip to Plum Island, where the weekend before he caught a 30 inch striper!

Plum Island is located right off of Newburyport, an adorable New England town on the Merrimack River. The Merrimack River empties into the Atlantic Ocean and the mouth of the river is where we began our fishing adventure. Before hitting the beach, my dad and I stopped at Surfland Bait & Tackle to pick up a dozen sea worms. Sea worms are supposedly great bait for striped bass, but are also some of the ugliest, creepy crawlers I have ever seen (not to mention they ‘bite’). Let’s just say I left baiting the hook for my dad.

We threw our first casts out around 10 a.m. After countless casts, one lost lure, and many crab eaten sea worms later, my dad got his first hit around 1 p.m. He reeled in a striper about 18 inches long with a lure. That one fish raised our moods and with high tide at 1:15 p.m. we hoped to catch a few more. Unfortunately, the rest of the afternoon was unsuccessful and we decided to call it a day around 2 p.m.

Before making the drive home, we stopped for lunch in Newburyport at a place called Agave, a Mexican bistro. I don’t know if it was the salty sea air, the long day fishing or the company, but this was some of the best Mexican food I have ever had (I had a chicken tinga burrito with a bean and corn salad that was absolutely delicious). My dad and I were able to reminisce over our lunch about the day, our visit with Doug and just catch up altogether. After being away from home for five years, my dad and I have not had much time for just the two of us. So the 24 hours that we spent on our little daddy/daughter date was so special and we were so lucky to have the time to spend together.

At the end of the day, we may not have been the most successful fishermen on the beach, but we both knew we weren’t just fishin’–we were creating memories…

(Blog title inspired by Just Fishin’ by Trace Adkins)


I think I’ll go to Boston.

When I was a little girl, going to Boston was always a special trip. My family would make the two hour drive every now and again to attend a Red Sox game at Fenway Park. What’s a better memory than walking around Yawkey Way with a Fenway Frank and a small baseball helmet filled with soft serve ice cream? Needless to say, Boston was one of my favorite cities growing up and continues to be today.

Fortunately within the last couple of years I have found more excuses to travel up to Boston. Two of my closest friends from home attended Bentley University with one still residing in Brookline and my brother just entered his second year of residency at Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center. Not to forget some of my closest girl friends from Elon now call Boston ‘home’. So since officially moving back to Connecticut a week ago, I have already made two trips up to Boston.

Boston Beer Marathon weekend (7/14-7/15)

Boston Beer Marathon

The Boston Beer Marathon is a day event dedicated to drinking and attempting to visit 26 bars without losing your swag (swag meaning gifts from sponsors of the event including a t-shirt, a viking helmet, Mardi Gras beads, etc.). Mike, Phil and I decided to forgo the $25 ticket to be ‘official’ marathon participants, but we were still able to enjoy the purpose of the day: drinking. We met up with Alison in Fenway at Jillian’s where we downed a few PBRs and attempted to bowl without bowling shoes. We got a few good laughs before getting told we couldn’t play without proper footwear and headed to another bar on the marathon, Cask ‘n Flagon. Alison and I took the time to have girl talk while stuffing our face with a delicious buffalo chicken dip, boneless buffalo wings, and rally sticks. Before long the boys and I had to head back to Brookline and we wished Alison luck checking off the rest of the bars.

Later that night we met up with Mike and Phil’s friends from Bentley and attempted to go to The Estate Nightclub. Unfortunately, this upscale club does not let guys in without pants so the five guys and I ended up at Hennessy’s. We danced to the band and I played a great wingwoman for the guys.

The next morning was a little bit rough for everyone and Phil and I put off driving the mini-van sans A/C back to Wallingford until the evening. The day was spent napping and watching the Sox and Yanks with a few mumbled jokes in between. It was nice to just spend the day with Mike and Phil since it has been forever that we were able to do that.

By the way, we did receive word that Alison survived the marathon, but lost all her swag by the end of the night.

(Blog title inspired by Boston by Augustana)

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