I just got back from a magical, magical weekend in magical, magical New England. I’m not even kidding, I haven’t been this happy in a long time, which I suppose, on it’s own, is cause enough to worry, but I wouldn’t sweat it. I’m not.

Since I’m a giddy mess of positivity (no joke, ask KP), I want to blog the highlights so that when the dark days inevitably come back (tomorrow? Thursday? in an hour?), I want to have something to read that will take me to a better place. Kinda like what my NYC-RENT recap did for me. So think of this as the ’08 version.

Oh,Oh,Oh, Woke up today, feeling the way I always do. I had a lovely and rather uneventful flight from Baltimore to Boston, save the woman and child sitting across the aisle from me. Normally, I love watching a cute kid but this time the mother wanted more attention than her child did. She was all, “I’m nauseous! I hate flying! I’m trying to hold it together for my kid!” and I’m all, “Your kid can hear you, she’s not deaf, she’s just three.” People suck.

Yeah, down by the river… Down by the banks of the river Charles… Once I arrived at the airport, CT was waiting for me. I have to say it made me so happy, because one of my most favorite things in life (and I wish I was joking) is being picked up from the airport… on time. I don’t really know why, but I’ll venture a guess it has a smidgen to do with being loved/appreciated/anticipated. In other words, cabs don’t count. And neither do bribery-induced last-minute pick-ups from friends that “owe you.” (Just for the record.)

Uh, anyway… CT took me on a scenic drive through Boston. It started in “Eastie” (which is a lovely name for a neighborhood, if you ask me), included Eastie’s friend, Southie (totes ador), Beacon Hill, Allston, and other places. The picture below, which also hung in CT’s apartment, gives a nice overview.

(source: OrkPosters.com)

She works hard for the money, so hard for it honey. After a lovely tour of Boston’s best places for a romp in the bushes (Boston Common), emergency contraception and other family-planning services, and Ace Ticket, we dropped Ellie (the dog) off and grabbed lunch at All Star Sandwich Shop (which proudly proclaims: wrap free since 2006! Gotta love that).

Blame it on the rain that was falling, falling. Blame it on the stars that did shine at night. Whatever you do don’t put the blame on you. Blame it on the rain yeah yeah. Then… it was time for the big event. I mean, after I met up with TF, of course. What’s the “big event” of which I speak? Well, it’s molly j.’s first trip to Fenway, y’all. Buuuuuuuut, first, little TF had to have a bit o’ sausage:

 

(Source: me!)

But wait! You proclaim, “What’s with the Milli Vanilli lyrics?” Oh I’d tell you, but I’d rather you watch the gift the Red Sox gave us during a one-hour rain delay:

Papelbon + Delcarmen = Milli Vanilli Madness. It was M’azing. And I know, I know, this clip is a tease, but due to my irritating laugh, and TF’s inability to shut his trap, the rest of it is unwatchable because together? Yeah, together we’re an annoying duo to listen to. My apologies for not being able to shut up and film this piece of New England magic in its entirety. So, ok, fine… a better video can be seen here.

Sweet Caroline, Good times never seem so good. I’ve been inclined to believe it never would. So being at Fenway was… well, magical. Which, you’ll note, is a word I’ve used (and will continue to use) much in describing this weekend. But I can’t put it any other way. New England = magical. We saw the 2008 NBA Champion Celtics at the game, which was awesome for TF and “neat” for me, and more importantly, I saw my boys in their natural habitat. I saw the Dunkin’ Donuts sign, the Citgo sign, The Green Monster, all of it. And all of the Sox players had their green jerseys on, in honor of the Celtics, and they looked adorable like little, mini Christmas trees.

 

(Source: me!)

I ain’t here to argue about his facial features, or here to convert atheists into believers. I’m just trying to say the way schools need teachers, the way Kathie Lee needed Regis, that’s the way I need Jesus. Post-game, we joined CT, girlfriend B and various friends for a beer or 30 at The Middle East (note: not IN the Middle East). Miller Lites and PBR all around, good friends, and a terrorist fist jab to you. It was all great, “urine bottle” and “Mom tattoo” included.

Then TF, ever the gentleman, took me to the most amazing restaurant in Cambridge (not) where delicious, non-vegetarian, chicken fingers and fries were had. These chicken fingers? Also not organic, free-range, or vegetarian fed. But after a day filled with drinking, they sure were… magical.

… And then I almost missed my train to Providence for CC and TK’s (now the K’s) wedding festivities… but blogging that would require me to go to a bad, anxious place filled with T-hating expletives and no one wants to do that again. Instead, just know that I nearly missed the train, but still caught it, and 40 minutes later, I was in Providence, RI to embark on part two of my magical New England vacation. Success!

Stay tuned for Part 2.