Sunday, July 15, 2012

Kristin goes to Boston

It's been too long since I have last blog.. I know this due to all the notes I that I have wrote down on my phone telling me what to write..that's right something happens to me that is "blog-worthy" and I write it down on my phone.. can't disappoint all of you dedicated followers today.. which by the way brings me to another point.. my page views have gone down drastically and my once dream of making this blog series into a movie or book prob isn’t going to happen anymore seeing that my first three blogs had over 50 views and the past few have been in the under 10 category...really? I mean I guess good things do die young? or I dunno how it goes but long story short my blog is in strug city right now on the page views.. guess I need to post obnoxious pics or have some trick title on the blog post to force people to read about my life.. guess it is just one of the many problems I have being 23 hours away from home. joke. just make me feel better by maybe refreshing my blog page whenever you are on it so my confidence isn’t completely shot down... It is all a numbers game I don't care if you view it 20 times each.. make me famous people... okay enough with the rambling,.. I am going to dedicate most of this blog to my Boston trip I took yesterday, but to start it off I will make a few bullet points/stories of what has happened in my life since last blog..


I conquered yet again another long run... I was intending to go for an 8 miler that turned in to a 8.5 miler due to the fact that I got lost yet again...this time on UNH's campus? didn’t know that was possible but as I passed the 2 random food trucks (like the ones you see in the movies) I realized that I was taking a few laps and not proceeding any closer to my apt.. I figured it out finally by just running on the student walk path.. Where there were lovely Yankee faces.."When did Rambo move to UNH" or.. "You're cool..taking laps around a college campus" "I hate runners. I hate that girl and I hate her bandana" but let’s be honest.. most were saying.."That girl is the perfect combination of sports and beautiful..kind of like Hope Solo (who did not take steroids..I cried when I heard the headline...no joke teared up... she is 100% all natural..sorry she had menstrual cramps and had to take a Midol.?) and has huge yet tone muscles." :) and I also got lost in a neighborhood that I thought was a cut through street to get to my apt.. however I did find out an interesting fact today... speed bumps up here are called speed tables.. a classy name right? back at home you usually see the big yellow and black sign that says BUMP on it.. yeah we aren’t that up front about street citations here.. speed tables it is.. but yet the name kind of contradicts itself.. I seem to think of going faster over a speed table, a drug sell being done or the roulette wheel at the casino..yep.. I am having gambling withdrawals

I am the ultimate thrift shopper. I taught Ashley the ways of thrifting by going to 3 thrift stores in one day where I got new sweet shirts to make into tank tops.. them consisting of Rugrats, Snoop Dog, the Hangover and Jersey Shore just to name a few. a new ab workout thingy that is somewhat broken, a granola painting to put in my room of a forest a pampered chef thingy mom would love, a framed pic of Maxwell the Moose's mother.. Mamma Moose and last but not least a Diary Queen Blizzard maker. boom. 

I am a criminal of Lee, NH as the cops were called on us at Alex's when we were shooting off fireworks..made the criminal log online the next day.. yep who knew that horses next door hate loud noises? I mean was July 5th..the day after MERICA's Birthday.. where are your patriotism neighbors? lame. 

I have now made it two weekends in a row not going to the movies.. yeah a proud moment for me.. 
I have however many years of bad luck for shattering a mirror at WAl-mart.. I was too good looking for it to handle..
I am a fan of listening to my walls vibrate as my neighbor has now developed a new gaming habit of playing Grand Theft Auto on volume 112 with the bass on 115 every afternoon when I try to relax after work.. btw I met this cool cat his name is... damn I forgot but he is really nice so I will look past his loud gaming habits.

I know that a fisher cat is not just the AAA NH baseball team mascot.. they are real..make horrible noises and will tear yo ass up if you mess with them...at least they did in my nightmare I had of them last week

I am now a running on E type of girl now.. I do not fill up Colby until it hits about 2 miles left to go before you run out.. dunno if this is a good thing..but it makes me feel like I am living in the Danger Zone.. quite thrilling actually



I now know how to paddle board.. pretty granola right? I went with Alex and his sister to try out my granola skills and catch a "tasty wave" on Tuesday where it is free at a local surf shop in Hampton beach after a certain time.. I now also know that I am a soon to be paddleboard all-star... I suffered a bad case of sand in my swimsuit as I would fall every 2 seconds..even if I was just on my knees with the paddle in hand.. I also met my soon to be and doesn’t know it yet boyfriend named Nate here.. don’t worry I will post his pic.. he is the true definition of granola.. even if he didn’t notice my existence and was more interested in talking to a guy with three ear piercings on one ear (we called him Trips) ..Nate will one day notice me.. just need to work on getting the whole standing up on a paddleboard thing down and maybe we can get gnarly waves together..I became a friend with coastal beach rocks that day..as it was time to come into shore.. I just kind of gave up on hope n let the current take me in .. into the rocks that is.. Alex tried to yell at me to turn around I stopped paddling yelled IKNOW and took the rock collision like a champ. naturally. 



I also have developed a yet even closer relationship with the bugs that live in my apt as I have developed a sweet rash under my armpits... gash bites on my shins and the sweet triple bite/bruise that has developed on my abnormally large right tricep..literally looks like a small mountain lion clasped my arm.. but of course my muscles are too strong and I only came out of the fight with a small gash. 

I have become quite acquainted with having my closet turned upside down on my living room and kitchen..as maintenance people have thrown everything in my coat closet everywhere twice this week.. have caught me naked getting out of the shower as they came in and have seemed to paint my door shut with the new paint job that got done by the two workers who persisted to ask about my life and compliment my legs as I walked past them.. verbally..out loud.. where I could hear them.. yep. and at the moment I listen to the pressure washer outside the building as they clean the exterior of my apt and as I stare at my laundry that needs to be done but can’t be due to the fact that my laundry room for the apt has no washers or dryers in it? like straight up door open and the place is empty. solid. yay.

Now that those bullet points were more like bullet paragraphs I will try to make my Kristin goes to Boston bullet point list not so long..who am I kidding.. Lord I was born a Rambling Mam..

I have now ridden a train.. exhilarating.. had a bale movement on the train..even more exhilarating..road backwards the whole way and experience my first 9 year old Boston kid accent.. precious. it is like the combination of tweetybird and Ted. life changing..this is also where I got to ease drop on a miserable hour and a half political convo being conducted by Harvard students sitting in front of Alex and myself.. no worries I gave the seat a few kicks here and there.. 








I LOVE BOSTON.. the town the people honestly it was amazing.. also a part of it was humbling as well.. the first scene we saw was Freedom Walk that honors all the Holocaust victims.. it was breath taking..it is so amazing how many people were affected and treated so terribly.. the memorial had all of the victim’s numbers on glass statue like things and had quotes on the sides of each one and as you walked through you stood over a steamer that was hot to symbolize the burning of the dead. very uplifting start to my tour of Boston. but so glad I experienced it.

I have eaten at the original Cheers bar.. even if I haven’t seen a full episode.. I enjoyed myself a Sam Adams light.. which btw I am a beer drinker now. watch out world..I am fitting in New England. 

If you are not a Sox fan. don't go to Boston.. I learned this as I got mean mugged every time I paid with my debit card.. our international waiter at Cheers Gilley... didn’t even know who the Cardinals were? dumb.

I got to see a Justin Bieber impersonator. it was scary. I got to dance with mascot animals I the middle of Boston from an amusement park and I got a ninja turtle tattoo on my stomach... airbrushed of course.. or is it?

I now know how Sam Adams beer is made as we went on a tour of the brewery which consisted of 75 people in 2 rooms listening to a  SNooki  look alike talk about beer... with no AC.. was all worth it though because we got to taste 3 different type got some sweet gear and then went to the famous Doyle’s bar and had life changing hand cut onion rings garlic bread and Sam Adams Beer mugs for free... which we added to our Cheers mugs that I somehow got for free because all these Yankees are drawn to my southern accent ha 

Not to self.. van taxis blow..especially when Aladdin is driving you in them while eating his lunch which smelled like a dog wrap with a side of curry... also Chinatown in Boston is not like the Chinatown in NYC or LA .. like I have been there? but it is not like the movies of little flea market type places... it is the ghetto.. as Alex and I get dropped off by smelly Aladdin for a $25 taxi ride. he drops us off on the corner as we walk a block to China town we are greeted by a thug life Chinese gangster guy yelling at his "b word on the phone".. and no worries I now know that she isn’t that good and her yep smells not flattering.. (that was the edited version) however imagine a Chinese accent combined with a Boston and ghetto language.. it is like music to your ears. As we walked past our nice friend being so sweet to his b word I look around me and notice that all the street signs are run down.. everything is in those damn Chinese symbols and we are yet the only Americans in this town.. I look at Alex and we bolted out of there.. after of course he took my picture under the entrance as I held my hands together and bowed..hoping not to get shot.. btw if you guys ever want a pic of me..I have my own personal photographer.. Alex.. it is the only reason I hang out with him. so he can take pics of me. joke :) 

I am now a runner of the Boston Marathon as I scored some sick gear at a local running store in downtown Boston.. I have ridden on a party trolley,, wish disco ball strobe lights and stripper poles in it.. while Sweet Caroline Played. I have been to the New England Aquarium. played with penguins stared at a 8 foot sea turtle for 20 minutes and pet a sting ray after crying about it for 20 min. and I am also now a proud owner of Revolutionary flag that hangs in my living room now.. it is like I am pretty much a New Englander just due to that fact

Now let’s wrap up this blog with a few elements of advice:
Wear good shoes to walk in Boston.. not flats like myself.. my feet are still burning and I was to the point of tears by 10:30 last night
Don’t make any rash decisions after drinking a few Sam Adams..
Drink the Cherry Wheat Sam Adams
Drink the 26.2 Marathon Sam Adams..oh wait you can’t because it is only sold still and on draft at Doyle's..sucks to suck because it is epic
Don’t eat the "poopcorn" as the cute Mexican cleaning man says at the Hideout in Boston..
The Poopcorn results in one dry heaving over the side rail of a 50 story building entrance..
which then starts an alarm to sound and flash?
which leads you on being listed as one of Boston's most wanted due to the fact you are trying to vom on a multiple million dollar building.. 
I blame all of this on Alex and me drinking beer like it was normal yesterday.. 
Sleeping is not allowed in the train station.. a drunken lady in a wheel chair will get in your ear yell and curse at you to wake up and that sleeping is not allowed..she will then continue over to the next sleeper tell him to wake the hell up.. drop her flask of booze as she is speeding off.. gets help from a young guy who she then cusses out grabs it from him and then does an obnoxious yell like a fisher cat as she speeds out of the train station... not like that happened to me.. just a heads up..

Two words to sum up my tour and first trip to Boston: Life Changing.

I had so much fun and can't wait to take Brooke Mom and Aunt Laurie! I also can't wait to be home in t minus 4 days!!!! AHHHHHHHH now it is Sunday Fun day beach day... sucks that the beach is only 20 minutes away from me :).. yep hate me because I am that awesome.. until again followers 


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