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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