Boston Tea Party: Amy and Patricia-Style

^^That was lame.

So we just got back from Boston. We stayed there three nights, in Michael M.’s brother’s apartment. He is 29 and rich.

After a 4 and ½ hour bus ride on Saturday, the M picked us up and we hopped on the subway, dropped off our stuff at the apartment, saw the view of the city from the roof, and then walked over to a pizza place, Santarpio’s, for dinner. Michael M. claimed it is the best pizza in Boston, and it truly was very delicious.

Then we headed to Back Bay (home of Berklee School of Music and Boston Conservatory) to meet up with other people at his friend Phoebe’s apartment. We basically had a mini-party with these strangers, which turned out to be fun. We didn’t get back to Michael M.’s place until 7 AM, after waiting for the subway for an HOUR because it didn’t start running until 6:30. The station was cold, we were exhausted, and each of us kept thinking we heard the subway when we didn’t. It was a sad and delirious hour.

So we slept from 7 to 1, showered, and then headed off to eat lunch at this big hall with a bunch of food places. Kind of like a food court, except none of the food places were chains, and it was all really good. Better food than a typical food court. Me and Patricia had clam chowder in bread bowls from “Boston Chowda.” REAL New England clam chowder! It was so good.

Oh, also, a statue of crazy Samuel Adams was outside, which I thought was cool.

Then Michael M. took us on the Boston Freedom Trail, which takes you to all the historical/colonial/revolutionary war sites in the city. Now, when he said we were going on the Boston Freedom Trail, I thought it would be like you get a map with the historical sites marked and you just go to each one, but it is actually a physical red brick trail on the sidewalks leading around the city. This blew my mind. Apparently the whole trail is more than 2 miles long. I think we probably walked a little more than half of it.

We saw Paul Revere’s House, The Old North Church (where he lit the lanterns to warn that the British were coming), some old graveyard with a gate that was unfortunately locked, and Bunker Hill Monument. The Old North Church has cubicles (see pictures), which I found strange, but also one of them had a plaque claiming Teddy Roosevelt sat in it, which I thought was way awesome. Of course, I sat in it for a moment and tried in vain to contact his spirit. Didn’t work.

We ended up convincing Michael M. to take us to Cheers for dinner. The original Cheers! Good cheeseburgers.
Then we met up with Phoebe again, but only stayed in Back Bay for a little while before heading home.

Then we were supposed to leave Monday afternoon, but Michael M. said we could stay one more night, so we did. On Monday we slept in (me and Patricia, anyway), then ate huge burritos at this Mexican place. Me and Patricia could only eat half of them, but took the leftovers with us. They came in handy when we were sitting in UMASS waiting for Michael M. to get out of his Spanish class. We sat in the student center and went on Facebook and ate our burritos for like 3 and ½ hours. We had nothing better to do.

Then we went home and hung out all night.

And today we hopped the 4:30 bus home, drove through a thunderstorm that then produced a beautiful rainbow, and pulled in to Penn Station around 9. Me and Patricia both admitted to be relieved to be back in the city. We kind of feel at home here, I guess. Just kind of. Boston was strange. Cool, but strange. The NY subways are easier, and we don’t have to deal with Michael M.’s “travel anxiety,” which is when he power-walks everywhere and yells at us for not keeping up. He forgets that we have little legs and heavy backpacks. In any case, we very much enjoyed Boston, especially the colonial stuff, but in comparison, we are much more comfortable here in Manhattan and Queens (never thought I’d say I was comfortable in Queens).

But I will miss the wireless internet of Michael M.’s apartment. Back to writing blogs on Word…meh.

Oh, so on the way to the E in Penn Station, we saw the first Taco Bell since California! We were so excited that we stopped and ate there. Now I have a headache and don’t think I’ll stop being full for at least 10 hours. It was only one burrito too…so I think the problem was really all the Pringles I ate on the bus. Woops.

Also: I got my favorite cat-call ever today! These dudes we passed on the way to the house from the subway said I looked like Alicia Silverstone. Ha! Thanks, nice creepers! Usually we get hisses and kissing noises and “sexy sexy” etc. I prefer compliments like that.

Anyway.

We have only 3 full days left in NYC, then we fly out on Saturday, landing us in LAX at midnight. We still need to see Shakespeare in the Park, Patricia’s prospective culinary schools (kind of the reason we came here in the first place), the Statue of Liberty, the World Trade Center, Coney Island, Greenwich Village, and the Meatpacking District. We also need to buy another suitcase and souvenirs for people. And we want to go back to Chinatown and Soho.

I think tomorrow we’ll do Shakespeare and shopping. No more sleeping in!

Speaking of which, I am now exhausted. I'll do pictures tomorrow instead.

Goodnight, moon.