Fenway
After a few days of work, I met back up with the family in Boston. Dan accompanied me to the city since we were going to see the Sox. I made the conscious decision to wear Red Sox paraphernalia, even though I will always really be a Cardinals fan, since I knew it would drive my family crazy. Dad immediately pronounced me out of the will when he saw me.
Dan and I were late getting into Boston (surprise, surprise) which meant that we missed the tour of Fenway. Dan wasn't too upset, since he'd already done it, but I was a little bummed. The day was incredibly hot, though, so instead of exploring outside, we found a bar right next to the park and had a beer and some food in the air conditioning while we waited for the fam. After their tour was done, we met up and parked the car in the handicapped spot (thanks to Papa/Mona's hang tag). We then wandered a few blocks to the restaurant where we were supposed to meet Dan's family. Unfortunately, the restaurant wasn't open for another few hours, so we headed somewhere else and had a pitcher of margaritas and hard iced tea. Then we made our way back to the restaurant, where we ate tapas and had a great time. Dan's family and my family got along exceptionally well - as we knew they would - and I have heard from both parties that they look forward to getting to know each other better. Which is a good sign.
After our early dinner, we headed back toward Fenway. Mom, Papa and Donna took a cab back and beat us by an inning or two. Fenway is a fabulous park, but the seats are a little cramped and incredibly hot if it's a warm day. Maybe it was good that we were late, if only because we skipped out on having to sit in the hot stands.
Dan left early to get back for school work, but I stayed around until the end of the game, which the Indians won. And then Pat, Johnny and I got epically lost on the way back to Rockport due to a sinkhole in the middle of 93. Oops. We eventually found our way up Route 1 after a slight detour, and made it back safely.
Dan and I were late getting into Boston (surprise, surprise) which meant that we missed the tour of Fenway. Dan wasn't too upset, since he'd already done it, but I was a little bummed. The day was incredibly hot, though, so instead of exploring outside, we found a bar right next to the park and had a beer and some food in the air conditioning while we waited for the fam. After their tour was done, we met up and parked the car in the handicapped spot (thanks to Papa/Mona's hang tag). We then wandered a few blocks to the restaurant where we were supposed to meet Dan's family. Unfortunately, the restaurant wasn't open for another few hours, so we headed somewhere else and had a pitcher of margaritas and hard iced tea. Then we made our way back to the restaurant, where we ate tapas and had a great time. Dan's family and my family got along exceptionally well - as we knew they would - and I have heard from both parties that they look forward to getting to know each other better. Which is a good sign.
After our early dinner, we headed back toward Fenway. Mom, Papa and Donna took a cab back and beat us by an inning or two. Fenway is a fabulous park, but the seats are a little cramped and incredibly hot if it's a warm day. Maybe it was good that we were late, if only because we skipped out on having to sit in the hot stands.
Dan left early to get back for school work, but I stayed around until the end of the game, which the Indians won. And then Pat, Johnny and I got epically lost on the way back to Rockport due to a sinkhole in the middle of 93. Oops. We eventually found our way up Route 1 after a slight detour, and made it back safely.
Tribe fans in Sox territory
Family. Taken by Dad.
This shirt (and this boyfriend encouraging me to wear this shirt) are part of the reason that I'm out of the will, according to my father
Chris and David next to the Monstah
Game
The view from our seats
Nice face, Johnny.
Chris and David, singing "Sweet Caroline"
Blue steel
Making sure Pat's not stinky
The next day wasn't nearly as hot or sunny, and it was the only day we could find to go to Sugar Mag's, so that's exactly what we did. As usual, it took a while to get us mobilized, and then it took a little while for our table to be ready. By the time our food came, certain members of our party had gotten quite cranky. But the food arrived before anyone truly starved, and Pat and David tried once again to conquer the Greasy Pole - a giant combination of pancakes, french toast, eggs, bacon, sausage and linguiça (Portugese sausage). Neither of them finished. Afterward we wandered the Gloucester street fair, and then parted ways with the 'rents to go Candlepin bowling. More on that in the next entry.
Donna making her beach glass jewelry the next morning
At Sugar Magnolia's
David storytelling
Making sure Pat doesn't have any boogers
Sad about how long our food took.
Mentally preparing himself for the Greasy Pole
The Greasy Pole
Food Baby
Pat threw in the towel before David
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