Jelly, Mario and Luigi, and the East Coast have nothing and everything in common

So, Here is my attempt at trying to get back to the whole blogging thing. I am starting fresh and trying to do shorter, but more frequent updates.

We left Boston today, and I wish we could have stayed longer, for more reasons than one. To be more specific those are:

1) I desperately wanted to go to a Redsox game. I don't think I have ever been to a city where they are so passionate about there sports teams. It is one of the most infectious feelings ever. I wanted to paint myself red and blue, and run up and down the streets, yelling the names of players...
2) I also wanted to stay for the marathon.... how much fun was that crowd!
3) I didn't get to eat at the North end, or go to a chacerero, which was something I promised people I would do. The reason I ended up not going was a good one though.
4) I am pretty sure that somewhere in that city or in the Northeast is a man for me. I think I am destined to marry someone from the east coast.... I almost find every guy there to be unbelievably good looking... minus the ones that have more hair in there eyebrows than I have on my head....
5) I didn't get to do any of the touristy stuff.... Lame!


Other than that short list, I had an amazing and fantastic weekend. Work went well, and I was blessed with some new friends. Zach (my roomie) is from Maine, and I was lucky enough to receive and phone call and invitation from his friend Eric who lived in the area. So on a whim I ended up making the drive North twice.... one night was spent in New Hampshire, where I played a fantastic game of civil war (like beer pong meets dodge ball), and proceeded to most likely make somewhat of an ass of myself..... The clincher was that I had to get up at 6:30 and make my way back to Boston for work. That was a rough morning/afternoon. Then I turned around and headed right back up to Maine to continue the festivities. This night was just as drunk as the first, and more fun! I heard some fantastic jokes, watched two dogs go gay for each other, and found out that bars in New Hampshire close at 12:30, which to me sounds like the worst idea ever. Wow!

I got to see familiar faces though, and hang out with some incredibly fun people. Even though I had just met all of Zachy's friends, I felt instantly comfortable around them, which is so nice when you are on the road. I can't even begin to describe how lucky I have been on this trip with the people I have connected with. I always try to surround myself with good positive people, and it seems like I have been getting that ten fold. I hope that this trend continues....

Now it is off to Nashville, which I am currently on the hunt for some cowboy boots for. I am pretty certain that this is going to turn into one of those weekends that will go down in the books on this trip. Philip is busting out his denim shirt, which to you might me nothing, but to myself it is somewhat of a legend and I can't wait to see it in all it's glory. I'm sure words won't be able to describe it, but picture will come shortly after.... Till then.