Yah Retahded.

So this weekend I spent a blissful (and ridiculous...hey, it's me, what do you expect?) 3 days in Boston, MA. The trip was planned originally because if I don't leave this madhouse every once and awhile and do things that are unrelated to a) work, b) kids, c) dogs, d) laundry, e) husbands, f) family, g) poop, h) dishes, well, I get a little crazy. So one of my favorite people and I booked a trip to Boston in the middle of winter. Great idea, right? Well it WAS. So suck it everyone who told me it was really dumb.

First of all, I love snow. North Carolina, while beautiful, friendly, and warm, doesn't get a lot of snow, and when it does, it's really lame snow and everyone freaks out and pretty much ruins any childish excitement I have over being snowed in. So to go to a place where they shrug off snow the way I shrug off a turd on my carpet was really refreshing, despite the phrasing of that sentence (I CLEAN UP up the turds, I just don't freak out...sheesh). Also I got to use my ski jacket that I love (both of them actually) and that made me happy. There are secret ninja pockets in that jacket that I love to fill with crap and then get flustered and alarmed when I can't find something...oh wait, there it is in that pocket! (This is especially enjoyable for the people that I'm with.)

The incredible cake of the weekend was spending so much time with awesome girls: we both met up with college girlfriends who are adorable and so, so fun. Top that with the icing of going shopping, dancing and eating almost every meal out (I think that because I love to cook so much, I truly value a meal that another person has prepared for me...and when that meal includes oysters, well I am just about in heaven). Also I am a huge fan of sharing food (in my book "sharing" includes reciprocation, which is not the standard around this house) so to eat with other adults that share this mealtime philosophy was sublime. We visited the "Oldest Restaurant in America" which was in a three story, tiny house that was clearly built when our country was still a blushing virgin. The people were awesome--everyone responded to my shit-eating grin with smart remarks and I felt very at-home. We visited Cambridge which was adorable, and ate at a gastropub there (Lord Hobo) that provided me with probably a year's worth of incredible cocktail recipes (this was all at breakfast too), including a margarita topped with pale ale.

Hold on a sec, I have to stop drooling.

The final, clutch straw of this amazing weekend was seeing one of my favorite artists perform at the House of Blues. Girl Talk is basically a guy who, while getting his Biomedical Engineering degree at Case Western, starting dj-ing at parties and performing mashups of samples of songs from his childhood along with (relatively) current rap tracks...and the result is euphoric, upbeat, dance-heaven for anyone, but especially someone with a short attention span, like yours truly. I'm posting a little teeny clip of video for you to hopefully see the awesome ambiance and atmosphere of what basically amounts to the best dance party you will ever attend.