Wednesday, June 19, 2013

gradution trip, part threee!!!

Also, sorry if you're getting tired of this, but there will be four parts, I just thought I should mention that.  Like, if you want to just not read my blog for a few days and miss part four.  Which I do not recommend.  Because part 4 includes me being homeless and I mean, COME ON.  You don't want to miss that.

Annnnnnyway.  Part three.

Part three started by making all my dreams come true.  Like, not even a joke.  YOU GUYS.  I am a Red Sox fan.  I have dreamed for over ten years about going to a Red Sox game and on this trip my dad made my dreams come true.  BUT SERIOUSLY.  As we were walking down Yawkey Way and into the stadium, I was like, holy cow, holy cow, holy cow.  This is actually happening right now.  I am walking into my first Red Sox game and HOLY COW. I am SO excited.  Everything about it was so perfect.  Just the way it felt was like perfect. Perfect baseball atmosphere, not a joke.  We had seats out past the first baseline (because, oh yeah, Red Sox games always sell out so seats can get a little pricey).  But they were still awesome seats and we sat next to this guy who thought it was the literal greatest thing ever that we were on a baseball tour.  He kept asking us questions about it and just couldn't get over how cool it was.  Also, my favorite was when I told him that it was a graduation trip and he was like, "Oh, graduation from high school?"  Neat.


Anyway, the game was super good, too.  Also, in my extremely vast knowledge of baseball hot dogs, I have decided the the Fenway Frank is the BEST hot dog.  Let me tell you why:  first of all, the hot dog is super nice and hot.  Second, the hot dog is not that gross kind with the plastic casing that snaps all gross-like when you bite it.  I mean, it has a nice casing, but they cook it the right amount so it's not that snappy, plastic style. Ew, gag.  And third and most importantly, THE BUN. Um, WOW.  The bun.  It wasn't the cheaper bread that hot dogs usually have (which, by the way, the cheaper bun still satisfies my needs completely, JS'in.).  It was some seriously high qual bread.  Like I want to say that it was almost a cross between like french bread and like subway sandwich bread?  That doesn't make sense, but just believe me.  It was like it was homemade and fresh from the little bakery down the street or something. It had the little grains of whatever on the bottom (was it corn meal?  did I just make that up? ID even K).  Anyway, it was a magical experience and I loved it and it won the prize for best hot dog of the trip.  Also, I just spent an entire paragraph talking about hot dogs.

The game was so super great and I was just obsessed with everything because I was actually at FENWAY STADIUM.  Like, woah.  And then, to make my dream become out of this world amazing, the game ended with a walk-off three run homer in the bottom of the ninth by the one and only David Ortiz.  I mean, but really.  The crowds erupted and it was just the most glorious experience.  I just couldn't get over how perfect everything about it was.  Like WOW.  I was j lovin' it times one million.

That night we headed back to our hotel and when we woke up in the morning it was raining.  Dad went to work and I stayed in bed. Actually, I went down to have breakfast and I would just like to publicly declare my hatred for all hotels that do not provide a complimentary breakfast.  I mean, okay fine.  I'm a little spoiled.  With all the business that Dad does, he gets free hotels and stuff and so my family has been really lucky to be able to stay at hotels fairly often when we go on vacation.  And you know how there's like the Marriott Hotels?  But there's like the actual Marriott hotels, and then there's like Fairfield Inn, Residence Inn, Springhill Suites, and blah blah blah?  Well it turns out that each of those hotels is a different level of classiness, apparently.  Some of them are more expensive than others even though here's the thing.  They're basically all the same.  But the thing is, when you go to the more expensive one, they decide that you must be super rich and so there will be no complimentary breakfast even though seriously everything else is exactly the same.  I don't get it. Like seriously.  So anyway, as you might have guessed, the hotel we stayed at in Boston did not provide a complimentary breakfast and so I had to charge a $9 dollar breakfast to the room even though all I had was a bagel, a muffin, and some juice. I mean, like REALLY.  The other hotels would give me that exact same thing FO FREE.  I do not understand that logic.

Okay, rant over.

So like I said, it was raining.  Which was terrible news because we were supposed to go to another Red Sox game that night.  Once dad got back from work, we found out that the game was officially being cancelled  that night and postponed to the next day, but that wasn't really going to work for us because we were headed back to New York for a Mets game!  So, as sad as it was, we didn't get to see another Red Sox game.  BUT.  All I'm saying is that it's a way super good thing that we had two Red Sox games planned instead of just that second one. Because, girl please.  If my only Red Sox game had been postponed and I wasn't able to attend it, I would have mostly been devastated.  But alas, such was not the case. And for that I am supremely grateful.

Also, it turns out that day was National Donut Day (as three people made sure to remind me).  That meant that Dunkin' Donuts was giving out free donuts.  And honestly, if there was one thing that could make up for me missing that second Red Sox game, it was a donut. So I'd say that was rather fortuitous, thank you very much.

So, now I have some potentially obnoxious news. This post turned out to be quite a bit longer than I had planned on.  As such, I will move the second part of this post to the next post.  Which means this vacation summary will not be four posts, but five.  I do apologize and I sincerely hope that you will forgive me.  Will a video of me acting like a fool in the next post make up for it?  I sure hope so.

2 comments:

Lena said...

5 is a better number than 4 anyway. :) It is really fun reading about the parts of your trip when you weren't in NY.

{allison} said...

Yea yea yea! I'm so glad I was one of the ppl to remind you of national donut day!