Boston Trip

Remember that time we went to Boston 8 months ago? Well, as it turns out, I might not remember it either so I figured now was a good time to document it. Steve's oldest brother and his family were living in Boston until August of this year when they moved to Florida. We were living in South Carolina at the time, so I packed my bag based on southern spring weather not so-cold-it-causes-male-infertility weather. If Boston's weather is anything like hell, I swear I will be good the rest of my life. It was obviously a huge change for me because we were living in Texas for 4 years when the summers do this to you:

I hope my mom is reading this

Anyway, one of my favorite things we did was go to a Boston Red Sox game even though it was 40 degrees and raining outside. This a picture of me wearing 3 coats. I took the beanie and 3 hoods off for this picture. If it hadn't been so cold we might have made it past the 7th inning, but hypothermia is not my thing.

We also got to visit Harvard and rub John Harvard's statue for luck. We waited until other people went first because my sister once went with some coworkers from a summer camp and one of the ladies rubbed the foot which was covered in vaseline.

We also did this boat tour that was very interesting, but again very cold and I couldn't feel my legs for most of it. We got off the boat to walk up to Bunker Hill, which looked really close but as it turns out it wasn't. And it didn't help our situation that after our boat tour I found out Mike's Pastry was half a mile away and I convinced them that we should get dessert even though children were crying and my legs were numb.

We enjoyed our trip, but realized I can never live above Virginia. Steve, on the other hand, thought the cold weather was amazing.

I see where Steve gets his looks.

Shade, the dog I used to warm up my feet.