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We only had two nights to spend in Boston, which wasn’t nearly enough. However, in that short time, both our dreams were fulfilled. Nick got to see a game in Fenway Park, and I got to drink as many gimlets as my little heart desired.

Best of all, I got to see some of my favorite folks in the world.

Lara Schmitt

hometown heroes

After a night out that started at City Table (cocktails), followed by Giacomo’s (Italian), The Bee Hive (jazz) and Red Lantern (lounge/Asian), we headed back to our hotel to sleep it off.

Speaking of hotels – I have to say I adored the Lenox. The rooms were small and not terribly flash, but they were clean and done beautifully with decor from another era.  The service was impeccable and the lobby is everything a hotel lobby should be – bustling, elegant, doormen in smart uniforms, a fireplace. And, after getting myself  removed from  their lobby so many times in college after straggling out of City Bar at 2am, it was gratifying to sit there as someone who actually had business there.

The next morning we headed to Fenway for a tour of the park before the game started at 7pm.

excited on the inside

The tour was really cool – as someone who doesn’t harbour a compulsive baseball obsession like SOME people… it was really interesting and enjoyable. Guess who else liked it?

The second night out after the game saw us pub crawling it through the Back Bay. I’m not going to go into details –  at one point we were on the dance floor at Daisy’s – that should tell you all you need to know about that.

The next morning we dragged ourselves out of bed and downstairs to check out, only to realise we were stuck directly in the middle of the Bruin’s victory parade path. Not kidding, like, DIRECTLY.

See the 'The Le' in the top right? That was our hotel.

Know what doesn’t go well with a hangover? HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS of obnoxious college kids, good and liquored up by 11am. I’m complaining, but secretly I’m a little bit proud – in what other city besides Boston?

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look what was in my inbox this morning

At first when Nick revelaed his obsession I was like, forreals? I have to find the one dude in Australia into baseball?

But the thought of being back at Fenway has me pretty excited.

Game day checklist goes like this:

  • Pregame =  posted up at Audubon with margaritas and burgers
  • Pop into Game On for a delicious ice cold Bud Lite and see how close we can get to giving ourselves seizures with all the tvs.
  • Stop at the Red Sox store so Nick can squander all his money on team merch
  • Game. Three hours of running Nick beer and hot dogs while he has a series of moments.
  • Eastern Standard for a Whiskey Smash and nostalgia
  • Back to Audubon to slur broken Spanish at the Brasilian staff letting them know how much I love and miss them. Maybe some tear action.
  • End up at the Lennox where we’ll probs try to get into one of their bars, and they’ll throw us out but can’t REALLY throw us out b/c we’re staying there, jerks.

So, I mean, I LOVE baseball.

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Alex's office

Alex, an old friend from Boston, was in Sydney this morning – he works on a cruise . Back in the day we used to work at Giacomo’s together in the South End. I was 18 and had just moved to the city for college and Alex looked after me.

By ‘looked after me,’ I mean brought me  to seedy bars in the North End where he would drink Johnny Walker (Black) and smoke Marlboros (Red) and I would drink whatever was put in front of me and then concentrate really hard on acting like I wasn’t drunk.

Most nights would end with Alex, myself, and his flatmate Cosmin at their kitchen table babbling at each other eating pickles and various meat that they cooked.

This sounds stranger than it felt.

Anyways, was so good seeing Alex. Re-crossing paths unexpectedly is a lovely thing – I was sitting across from him at coffee smiling to myself about how it is that we had both ended up in the same city, at the same time, on the other side of the world.

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