This part involves actual road, not just sky.
My wonderful Daddy picked me up at the airport at 5:30 am. What a guy. He drove me home, and I told him the funny stories of my journey thus far, and we chatted for a while at home, and I ate one of the blueberry muffins that just happened to be around, and then I went to sleep for a little over an hour. He woke me up as he was getting ready to leave for work, and I said goodbye and started to get up myself. I had some breakfast. I packed up stuff that Betsy wanted from home into the car. And I hit the road.
Note: when you cross the line into New Jersey, gas is instantly 30 cents cheaper. 30 cents. I'm not exagerating at all.
After about an hour, I was starting to feel a little groggy, and putting on sing-along music didn't help, so I stopped at the Joyce Kilmer service plaza (it's a good one!) to walk around and get a coffee. I ordered a double tall skim latte -- and then the girl called out "skim latte!" and I was like, "this is double, right?" and she was like "um.... I'm pretty sure I put it in. Not positive. Want me to add another shot?" and I said hell yeah. So I had what I'm pretty sure turned out to be a triple latte, and got back in the car with my yummy audiobook.
Then I made it to Greenwich and had lunch and a swim with Mom and Boz! (Mom goes to Boz, my grandmother/her mother, 's house pretty often to visit and see her favorite hairstylist!) It was a fun little drop-in surprise visit. They suggested I see if Matt wanted to come down on the train for the night and go out to dinner, but after some logistical investigation, that didn't seem feasible. So I took a powernap (25 sweet minutes,) and hit the road again.
Yeah, I know, all this road stuff is a lot less exciting when I'm traveling alone. All I have to say is thank goodness for audible.com and EZpass. And Starbucks. Yeah. That too.
So I made it to Boston with very little trouble. I got off the Mass Pike and onto Storrow drive, no problem. I got off Storrow drive. No problem. I was right in front of the T stop closest to Betsy's house. And then.... somehow... I was in a tunnel on the way to the airport. If you've ever driven in Boston, you will realize that this kind of thing is easy to do, due to the lack of street signs and the proliferation of construction. After a few loops and some cell phone coaching from Max, I finally pulled up in front of their apartment.
Where, it turns out, Matt was waiting on a street corner for me to pick him up.
Betsy ran her stuff and my luggage inside, and then we had to drive to Lexington, where Max's mother lives, and where the car is going to live. Because you can't park it in Boston. On Beacon Hill. Nooooo way.
The four of us start on the drive -- which we actually remember how to do from our moving-in days when we did it all several times in the rented van (the one that Betsy named Vincent. Vincent Van. Go, Vincent Van. Haha. Ha.)
As we're driving through my old neighborhood, we realize how hungry we are, and stop at Anna's for burritoes. Damn that's good.
Hear about the rest of the trip -- including patronizing two bars at the same time, fancy tequila, milkshakes, and lots of board games -- soon!
Note: when you cross the line into New Jersey, gas is instantly 30 cents cheaper. 30 cents. I'm not exagerating at all.
After about an hour, I was starting to feel a little groggy, and putting on sing-along music didn't help, so I stopped at the Joyce Kilmer service plaza (it's a good one!) to walk around and get a coffee. I ordered a double tall skim latte -- and then the girl called out "skim latte!" and I was like, "this is double, right?" and she was like "um.... I'm pretty sure I put it in. Not positive. Want me to add another shot?" and I said hell yeah. So I had what I'm pretty sure turned out to be a triple latte, and got back in the car with my yummy audiobook.
Then I made it to Greenwich and had lunch and a swim with Mom and Boz! (Mom goes to Boz, my grandmother/her mother, 's house pretty often to visit and see her favorite hairstylist!) It was a fun little drop-in surprise visit. They suggested I see if Matt wanted to come down on the train for the night and go out to dinner, but after some logistical investigation, that didn't seem feasible. So I took a powernap (25 sweet minutes,) and hit the road again.
Yeah, I know, all this road stuff is a lot less exciting when I'm traveling alone. All I have to say is thank goodness for audible.com and EZpass. And Starbucks. Yeah. That too.
So I made it to Boston with very little trouble. I got off the Mass Pike and onto Storrow drive, no problem. I got off Storrow drive. No problem. I was right in front of the T stop closest to Betsy's house. And then.... somehow... I was in a tunnel on the way to the airport. If you've ever driven in Boston, you will realize that this kind of thing is easy to do, due to the lack of street signs and the proliferation of construction. After a few loops and some cell phone coaching from Max, I finally pulled up in front of their apartment.
Where, it turns out, Matt was waiting on a street corner for me to pick him up.
Betsy ran her stuff and my luggage inside, and then we had to drive to Lexington, where Max's mother lives, and where the car is going to live. Because you can't park it in Boston. On Beacon Hill. Nooooo way.
The four of us start on the drive -- which we actually remember how to do from our moving-in days when we did it all several times in the rented van (the one that Betsy named Vincent. Vincent Van. Go, Vincent Van. Haha. Ha.)
As we're driving through my old neighborhood, we realize how hungry we are, and stop at Anna's for burritoes. Damn that's good.
Hear about the rest of the trip -- including patronizing two bars at the same time, fancy tequila, milkshakes, and lots of board games -- soon!
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