I went to bed last night without prepping a blog post for today. I was…
Wow, what a weekend that was! Jam packed with friends and family and adventure, the first of which was the day we spent in Boston with Hillary’s family. Please to note: I said Hillary’s family, Hillary herself was not able to join us. Nevertheless we enjoyed the hell out of a day with Bruce and two of their daughters.
We started with a duck boat tour. It’s something Dale and I had never done but we thought it would be a great way for everyone to see the city without too much walking for little 4 year old legs.
That’s Trinity Church with the Hancock Tower behind it.
And that gold dome is the State House, as viewed from the Charles River on a duck boat.
There’s the unmistakable Hancock Tower again. To the right you can see the Prudential Center as well as other landmarks of the Boston skyline.
Bruce enjoyed a flight of their local brews – his favorite was the watermelon.
In case it wasn’t already obvious with our decision to have dinner on Yawkey Way, we had tickets to the Red Sox, courtesy of a most excellent connection Bruce has. What’s more iconic than that Citgo sign?
Well, perhaps this. The Green Monster. As viewed from our amazing seats at the State Street Pavilion directly above home plate.
Watching the game from the State Street Pavilion was pretty sweet. We had access to a full bar (which means I got to have a Margarita at Fenway – woo hoo!), wait service at our seats, and private bathrooms.
I’m glad to say that even though I haven’t been to a ballgame since 1996 (and Dale hasn’t been since Jim Rice was a player) the hot dogs haven’t changed a bit. Well. Except for the price.
The cherry on the sundae of this day was the Red Sox win in the 12th inning. Sweet Caroline and Dirty Water have never sounded so good. Thanks, Bruce, for a wonderful time at the game, it was a memorable day, that’s for sure.
P.S. Hannah’s home!