It was so nice to travel with just the two of us, especially because we depended on mass transit to go everywhere we wanted to go. This girl figured out she is NO city girl after a few days of having to rely on taxi's, trains, and subways to get everywhere. Carrie Bradshaw makes it look so easy...
We did have a blast exploring the city. Boston is such a neat town and one of my favorite big cities that I've ever been to. There was so much to see and even though I walked like a war victim after the marathon, we managed to walk a lot of the city (and take a trolley around...mass transit was my friend then).
I don't know why Mr. T. is still so sad about the Boston Massacre....I guess it was because it happened on the year that he was born.
"Where everybody knows your name"
"And they're always glad you came"
You're welcome for getting that song in your head.
We also got tickets to see the Red Sox play the Texas Rangers (I think this is just about the whole reason Mr. T. wanted to come) in Fenway Park. I will admit, it was a lot cooler than I thought it would be. Plus, the beer was cold and only cost your first born to get one.
We had a blast and were so proud of ourselves for making it out of the park fast and on to the subway and then the train without any problems...until our Taxi driver stranded us at the train station for an hour and a half at Midnight. Cinderella was p'd off. Her glass slippers were killing her and her skin was on fire from the wicked sunburn from the previous days marathon.
Our final day was spent enjoying the last of the city. We also got to check this little number off my To Do list:
The easy part. What you don't see....me sweating and my heart racing. Tattoo artists are so cool. I'm so not.
The finished product.
So now, I am officially giving my poor feet a break.