So, why would we visit Boston in March?
Is it because the city is full of history?
Is it because all the inhabitants speak with a wicked funny accent?
I could listen to that accent all.day.long.
go pok da caaa.
take da dog out for a wok.
wicked good pissah.
Could it be because of the wicked old grave sites? (John Hancock, Sam Adams, Paul Revere)
BTW: I generally avoid graveyards knowing full well that some spirit will come home with me in my crossbody bag. Have no fear, this time the spirit was a 40something woman who loves to give orders and is meticulous with organizing her underwear drawer, so we’re all good.
Is it because of the gorgeous skyline?
Is it because Lolo has never seen real snow?
Is it because we were shopping for a second home in the Beacon Hill neighborhood? (We only need about 150 of you go in on a townhouse with us)
Is it because this guy is so full of information and entertaining, that we even dared to stay within his ‘spit zone’ for 90 minutes?
Is it because Sam Adams has a brewery here that gives free tours AND tastings?
Is it because this is home to Cheers? (BTW: not everybody knows our name, and it kinda p*ssed me off in a wicked way)
Is it because I look really good in green (you can hit me now) and St. Patty’s day is all about the green?
Ok, actually, these warm-blooded-comfortable-in 80*+degree Floridians traveled to COLD-as-heck-Boston in March was to see one girl march in the St. Patty’s parade. Ok, one girl with about 99 of her band mates.
And guess what. I really didn’t get to *see* her.
The coach snapped this photo over the herds of bodies in front of us. We yelled. We screamed.
Lindsay didn’t even know we where there….it was like being in Cheers all over again.
Well, she knew we were there *somewhere*.
It was an adventure. We will be back to visit Boston another time.
Most likely in the fall or spring of any given year….you know, when it’s not so cold that I can actually feel my face.
It’ll be wicked good.