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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