After beachin' it up, my sister drove us to New Hampshire to watch a baseball game for the team that her boyfriend works for. I'm not going to name names or give specifics, but we may or may not have gotten lost about 6 or 8 times just trying to get to the highway, and it could or could not have been the person who was riding shotgun's fault. The end.
But once we arrived, there was some serious fun to be had. We had great seats, and the weather was perfect.
Basically, everyone was happy.
Then in the middle of the game, my sister's boyfriend got a reprieve from his duties, and took us on a stadium tour, which ended up being the highlight of the evening...oh, and the fact that the home team won...and the fireworks at the end were pretty amazing too. And yes, there was ice cream and Sno Cones as well.
So off we went to take a look at stuff "behind the scenes". We hit up the announcer/media box and watched for a little while as they directed traffic. The announcer announced, the crew directed cameras, and whole lot of other things happened with all sorts of buttons and flashing lights. We also listened in as the radio announcers called the game live. It was pretty cool. It was about this time that I thought, "I bet The Hubs would get a real kick out of this!"
'Cause that's how I think to myself.
Anyway, the tour proceeded to get even cooler when we dove into the depths of the stadium, and went underneath the seats.
From there we watched a little bit of the game at field level. It was a neat perspective.
Around the corner, we ran into the guy who was updating the score board as well as marking balls, strikes, and outs. When he turned around and asked the kids if they wanted to help change the score and mark some balls and strikes, that's when I knew that The Hubs was cursing the fact he wasn't there.
I texted these pics to him after I took them and he responded with "Oh WOW! Did they think that was the coolest thing they have ever done?"
Yup, he was a little jealous.
I didn't want to disappoint him, so I told him, that yes, in fact, they thought it was the coolest thing they have ever done.
The truth was they really didn't understand what they had done until a few minutes later when we re-entered the stadium and saw the numbers they had just held were, in fact, up in the scoreboard. At that point, they did think it was pretty cool.
We rounded out the evening with some ice cream, Sno Cones, and getting lost a couple more times trying to get back to the "bungalow".
Good times.
After sleeping in the next morning (Since we were such party animals this trip, the kids and I pretty much never changed time zones. We stayed up late and slept in even later. It was beautiful, and another moment in time in which I thanked God for the stage of life that we are in.), we thought we would hit up downtown Boston and take in a Duck Tour since the weather seemed to be going down hill.
Instead of paying for parking and enduring some more time being lost, we decided to take the train into town. Brilliant. The kids loved riding the train and getting their tickets punched, and I loved the pressure free atmosphere of not having to navigate. Truth be told, I think my sister loved not having an idiot trying to direct her through Boston more than we enjoyed the train or pressure-free ride.
The Duck Tour proved to be a great way to see a lot of Boston without going into too much depth on the history, thus boring the life out of the kids (heaven forbid we learn something). As we drove along, I tried to take note of things I wanted to see again, but with more depth.
Here's where the order of the pics could get super crazy because I used both my camera and cell phone to take pics (again CURSING the fact that I didn't bring a wide angle lens).
First up, the Holocaust Memorial. Very cool. Very humbling. Six million people is a LOT of people. Each of the six, 54 foot, glass towers are etched with the numbers that were given to each person that were held and died in a concentration camp. The numbers are probably only any inch wide by an inch tall, and the towers are filled top to bottom, and on all four walls with the numbers.
This is an awkward transition, but here's the bar that inspired the Cheer's Sitcom:
Who's driving this duck?
Oh, just The Girl.
Thankfully, at this point we were on the St. Charles river.
The Little Man had his hand at navigating the river as well:
Here we are before the tour. You can't go on a tour with out your duck bill that sounds like a dead kazoo.
Have mercy.
Oh, and after we got off the train in downtown Boston and before the Duck Tour, we got our picture taken with Samuel Adams.
Turns out, they didn't really care who he was.
Oh, well. I tried.
Next up, it is possible to rain cats-n-dogs for 24 hours straight, we fly by the seat of our pants to find something to do, and why The Girl probably never will remember that day due to her state of being completely drugged out of her mind.
All that to say: More good times ahead.
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