I think I'll go to boston

I don't think you are a true 20 something if you don't go to boston and come back with nothing else to caption anything except the ultimate depressional tune brought to you by Augustana (who is kickbutt live, for the record).

I figured since today is filled with getting my life back into the real person groove (read: not cough up and sell a few lungs or two), I'll recap my boston trip....a week later. Thats normal right. But I mean, what do you care? You probably don't. Just reading blogs to make your monday go a little faster. And for that, I thank you for letting me bug you on a monday morning.

But think of my post as that picture book in the 3rd grade you were REALLY excited for your english teacher to show you because it had ONLY PICTURES. Well, if we're going to get technical a few words...but I mean what did it matter to you? You just looked for the awkwardly drawn things that were supposed to represent humans.

 Craziest and cutest of pups.

 Brown Cinnamon Sugar and Butter Crepe (c/o "Paris"): May or may not have wanted to take a picture of the whole place except sometimes I'm too awkward to just pull out my camera for a good ole panorama.

 Brandy Melville Store [Newbury St.]: I've learned this line isn't just featured in pac sun. It's a real store. SUPER cute too. My friends sister got THE cutest of plaid dresses that only a Constantine Prep (Gossip Girl Reference) Queen B could wear.  (and michelle.) 

 Qunicy Market: because who doesn't love food that you need to unbutton your pants a notch or two after eating?

 Mike's Pastry: So it was everything it was supposed to be and more. If you ever make it to Boston, hit 'em up. We went when the lines were luckily super short but once we sat down, they were almost out the door. If it was legal to bring these babies on carry on with me or have them on first flight to NJ, I would be 100% okay with picking them up in arrivals at the airport.

 Harvard: because, future husband.

 Have you ever heard of Starbucks?: It's this really great place I found in Harvard Square. They also still serve PSL's (we know I love them..it's what I got on the first date with Kiddycup!) You know I'm not crazy right....I've been to starbucks before. And of course I damn right documented it. I also really like my nail color. 

Thanks for exploring with me lady! There is no one else I'd rather have fall asleep on me at 1030PM than you.

The Beauty of Strangers

You see, here on le blog, its rarer than steak that I get senti up in this joint.

I've always dreamed of the day to have this weird feeling. Ok, it's really not what you think. I didn't finally get a boyfriend or engaged....since being engaged requires having a boyfriend. I met someone on a plane. Usually when I fly alone, I always am stuck next to the smelly beef jerky type of business dudes...or people that just really aren't fun.

Back in the good ole '04 (circa, at least...) when AIM profiles were a thing, I was the girl sitting behind my screen envying the people who made stupid inside jokes with friends they met on vacations and couldn't wait to come home to upload their dumb quotes. Chances are, the friends they made wouldn't even see it. Does anyone else see that thrown of lies? I also watched my mom have the ability to pull a rico suavè and start up a conversation with anyone.

On my flight home from Boston, I was waiting for the sacred 4th zone to be called to board. You know the zone filled with single 20 somethings, randoms, and also your smelly beef jerky dudes. It's also the zone thats like, the cheapest because who the eff wants to voluntarily sit in the back? Right...me neither. So like I was saying, I was looking at this girl (judging her, oops) and listened to her say words along the lines of "SPRING BREAK...OMG HAVE FUN", so I judged her because I think I'm too mature for my own good. Right wrong. 

Betch hit me with her big ass vera bradley. Not cool. I shook it off, kept walking. Sat down at my seat, pulled up instagram to see how many likes I received, and of course, I saw what I thought would be my worst nightmare saying "Sorry, I'm sitting next to you". 

I wanted to make conversation. I've always wanted a plane friend. (I'm weird, I get it...) After watching her awkwardly avoid me and study her 'Organic Chem For Dummies', I finally decided to let my awkwardness surround her. Sorry not sorry. It ended up, she was a freshman in college, at a college my friends go to. We talked about how much college professors suck, to how my life is a crazy mess. She probably judged.

But the greatest part? I was able to spill my entire life to a stranger (in about an hour..oops) and the crazy yet beautiful part is that I'll never see her again. Yet, now she has a story to tell during sorority recruitment, during the next time she's about to get a boyfriend, and probably when she and her friends are gossiping about strange things they've encountered when slapping down a good ole J in Kings (Never have I ever, obv).

Maybe this makes no sense, but it's the stupidest thing ever on my bucket list and I'm happy I achieved it. The little damn things in life make you basically the most sentimental. Now give me a hug, I'm basically a build a bear filled with emotion.  Don't squeeze me though.