Now the moment you've all been waiting for. . .
A week with Baby Girl da Prince
Rosie Staes.
And boy, we had fun.
Starting with Monday.
We enjoyed some zen pound cake sent from with love from dessertbistro.com. We're loved, no questions asked. Rosie and I watched the kiddies and caught up all afternoon.
Tuesday.
I met up with Rosie and her family in Boston late afternoon. I ate a peach then shook her uncle's hand which made his hand sticky. We shopped Newbury Street and bought loads of Gucci sunglasses and our driver had to deliver them home for us before he could continue to drive us around. Rosie got a sweater and looked at getting the hottest bag of the season. We walked around the Public Gardens and met Jack, Kack, Lack, Mack, Nack, Oack, Pack and Quack. We talked to a women who was almost positive she really didn't know where the J.Crew was and got a nice boy on a bike to take our picture so we took one of him as he pulled away. Rosie's uncle picked us up and we headed out to our sailing lesson.
Yes, that was rather casual. What I mean is OUR SAILING LESSON! If sailboats were cars ranging from a Winnebago to a Porsche, we were driving a Minicooper. Perfect. The only thing I can think of to say next is, it was so fun. It's a rather technical sport, and a sport–not just a cruising around thing. I need to commit to an ab workout in order to be prepared for the next time we go. Prepared for hiking that is. And perhaps it'd be helpful if I were more agile. The lake was beautiful and probably the same one Gatsby saw the Green Light on. It most definitely was a different kind of boating from what I'm use to but enjoyable. It was also nice of Rosie and her expert uncle to teach me.
After sailing we ordered take out at a Thai restaurant, went to get ice cream where we got mistaken for mistresses, and then picked up our Thai food to eat it back at Rosie's aunt's house. Get this–Rosie is growing away from the picky eating of her younger years. I hope you enjoy that link.
Wednesday.
Red Sox Game. We were late due to me and scalpers don't take credit cards. But we made it and I soaked it all in. Reflecting on the night, I am still taking it all in. Fenway Park. Sweet Caroline. Fenway Franks. Not everyone gets to do that. They got killed by the Devil Rays which meant we could move up into the better seats because people left. Catherine was good at that. It was a beautiful thing. Check that off the Boston and Bucket list.
Friday.
Fortunately, Rosie's flight to NY got canceled so we had all of Friday to do somethin crazy. It started with a bike ride to Minute-Man National Park. Loved the granny bike.
We headed off to Harvard Square for dinner at Bartley's Burger. I'm not really a burger person, but these were good. I had the Kevin Garnett burger and I woke up the next day, alive. It was delicious. Not to mention crowded. We were seated with an awkward first date couple. They sat inches away from us and asked if we could pass the ketchup. Here you go. You were right when you said this wasn't a very good first date restaurant.
Mmm. . .that was a good dinner. We walked around a bit then Rosie and I knew it was ice cream time, which we ate by a talented street performer. Another observer informed us that he was playing the Beatles. Thanks man. It was delightful walking around Harvard Square full, entertained, with good company, and happy.
Good luck in NYC!
