Tuesday, March 15, 2011

The closest I'll ever get to Harvard

Pahk the cah in the Hahvahd yahd.

Love me some Dunkers.

Where's the congressman that posed in Cosmo?

What do all of those stereotypes have in common?

Boston. Bean town. The REAL tea party. Paul Revere and John F. Kennedy.

And me.

That's right, for a few days, I will be feasting on lobster, shopping on Newberry Street and forgetting the letter "R" ever existed.

And what of the husband and children, you ask?

They're not going.

Oh, Disgruntled Husband is definitely hot and cold about this one. One the one hand (the one looking for a little pre-trip hanky panky), he says I should go and have a good time, because I deserve a break. But on the other hand, he's pouty and bemoaning that he doesn't get a break and what is he going to do with the kids all weekend.

It's not like I'm breaking the bank. I was given a one-way ticket free, if I booked by February 28th and made my trip by March 20th. So essentially, if I wanted to accept the gift, I had to take a vacation. He's lucky I decided to buy the ticket home.

(Just kidding dear. Last night, I made a joke about something on DH's Facebook page, and he sulked up-stairs telling me I never say anything nice about him on Facebook. And he may or may not have told me to suck it. After I may or may not have told him to buy some Midol for himself. We're a loving couple.)

(So honey, I love you and you are good provider and a good dad and you do a lot for us as a family. There. Nice things said. But I'm still going.)

This is Newberry St. No cheese shops or Badger-related items anywhere to be found.

I'm sure I'll have more to say about my trip in later posts, but for now I'm more focused on the three-part list of things to do before I go. Things like "clean hallway," "ask Jane (the friend I'm visiting) if she has the right kind of mousse," and "notify the school that the boys are going to a friend's house after school." You know, the mom things.

I am a little worried because while I'm gone, DH has to sign up Mini Me for 4K. Not that I think he's incapable at all; I'm just that much of a control freak. I may have questions, questions I won't know I have until I'm there. This is a good exercise in delegation for me.

This will be my third trip to Boston. Jane rides the T (their train/subway system) everyday, for everything. She doesn't own a car. I'll be taking the T from the airport to her office. The first time I did this, I wound up on a line of the T Jane had never heard of, and then in a bad part of town. I'm much better now, but like most things in my life, it's because I learned through trial and error.

I don't want to learn while I'm on vacation, so there will be no historical tours or museums on this trip. I may dump my Starbucks into the harbor, but that's as close as I'll get to learning more about our colonial ancestors. (Note: It's a bad personal theory I have to not learn on vacation. I'm sure it will change if we ever happen to take a family vacation to somewhere that isn't Disney. History of Mickey Mouse probably isn't too educational.)

So, on my agenda out to Bean town is sleeping in (on Jane's Temperpedic, no less), going to get a pedicure, shopping on Newberry Street, eating awesome baked goods from the North End, having a lobster, and just general girl time.

But first I have to make it through the next 2 days. Because I'm convinced I need to really appreciate the rest by exhausting myself on Tide and karate lessons.


  1. Okay, so I was born and raised in MA. WTF is "Dunkers?" Is that some fudged-up slang for Dunkin Donuts that I've just never heard?

    Anyway. It's too bad I didn't know you were headed out east. We coulda planned a meet-up or something.

    Have a great and safe trip!

  2. How exciting for you to go on a trip all by yourself. I'm a mom of four and I got to go on a 3 day trip with my parents and not kids. It was faboulous! I hope to do it again sometime...maybe this summer. Have fun in Boston.