Lacking in cute Irishmen, but otherwise grand
The trip to Boston was great, exactly what I needed, in fact. Missed a whole day of work. Played some wiffleball. (Bonus points for being somewhere with grass I could run barefoot in.) Discovered fabulous vintage dress that I got a great deal on. Explored Cambridge with friends. Sweat a lot at the Irish festival, but got to listen to good music and watch my first Gaelic football game. And they had Bulmers on tap! Unfortuanately, the only Irish guys with accents were elderly and directing traffic in snazzy orange vests. Got to visit my cousin and her super-cute baby. Thought I was going to burn her house down when faulty, old wiring sent off scary sparks as I turned off a light. (OK, probably could have done without that part.) Need to have more weekends like this.