Beantown - not a racist location
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Beantown, why is Boston called Beantown? Makes me think of calling a Mexican person a beaner or something. It’s just wrong.
This has nothing to do with anything really except that I went to Boston this past weekend as my big spring break trip (yeah, so it’s not exactly Cancun...). It was good times. Got to catch up with Ange, Shawna, Ashely, and Eva. It was kind of surreal--all of us being here on the east coast, freezing our butts off. Susan and i went up there without a plan, without a map, and without any clue of where we really were. Ah, ADVENTURE! We basically wandered our way around the city.
As a matter of fact, we didn’t even realize where Boston actually was. As i write that statement, i realize how lame it sounds. Trust me. It was lame.
Let me explain. So we were staying in Cambridge with Eva. We got on the T (which i can only assume stands for “train") and headed in to Boston. On the mini map that was in a tour book provided by Eva, we saw that there was Cambridge, the river, historical Boston, and what the map called “Downtown Boston” which was over yet another river. Being from NYC, we figured Downtown must be where it’s at! So off to downtown we wandered. We accidentally got off at Boston Commons, the beginning of the Freedom Trail which is a red brick line that takes tourists on a path through all the historical sites in the city. But history? Who wants history on vacation? We agreed to wander for a little bit and then head down to “real” Boston. We walked all the way to the financial district and back to the Commons, hopped on the train to Downtown Crossing and were SHOCKED when the next train stop was only 20 seconds away.
So as it turns out, Downtown Boston is really nothing. Historical Boston IS Boston. And we had actually *walked* to Downtown Crossing in our trek through the financial district. Man, we were CONFUSED. You could almost *hear* the mental rolling of eyes from the Bostonian who we stopped for direction. So yes. We are dorks. We ended up in the Northern Part, meeting up with Eva, Allison, and Ryan and heading up to North End which is like little Italy. Mmmmm...cannolis. And cheap mochas! Woot! I was so happy!
I found out on this trip that I am claustrophic. I nearly had a panic attack! On the way back, Eva gave us a ride in her car which has a really *small* back seat. We fit 3 big people in the back where there were actually only 2 seats (the middle was this bump with seat belt slots). The glass was so low that we had to put our heads back so that we wouldn’t smash our heads into the roof. And then Eva moved her chair back. My butt lost all feeling. We passed MIT but all i could do was scream, “Can’t see it, don’t care!” I had to close my eyes and go to my “happy place.” Anyway, i’m glad that’s over. I still shudder thinking about it.
Yeah, there was more to it, but i don’t want to bore you with details. If i think of anything else that was funny, i’ll let you know. Oh and if you’re there, go to Burdicks! They have AWESOME dark hot chocolate! Woohoo! Thanks to everyone up there who took time to visit with me. :D
Cannoli...cheap and yummy.
...can’t breathe! can’t move! must go to my happy place...
Boston is so scenic and CUTE!