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Week # 3 Nick loooooves to get real American with it.

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Three weeks at home went by very, very fast.

I’ll give you a breakdown, accompanied by pics whenever possible.

Week 1 I was there on my own, as Nick could only come for two weeks. We agreed in advance that I would do wedding things during that week so that he could just relax when he got here. Doesn’t that sound so nice of me? Real talk, it was fab because I got to just do what I was going to do without having to pretend like I was considering Nick’s input on things. (Aside: a few months ago I mentioned to someone I’m doing dahlias as flowers – Nick goes to me, dead serious, “Dahlias? Are you sure? I don’t know.” I’m like…. um, are YOU sure? That THIS is what you want to get into it over? The flowers? Don’t peak too early, my friend.)

So, over the span of three days, my mom and I had a Western Mass bridal extravaganza. Dress, tent, tables, chairs, linens, lighting, catering staff, menu, bar, dance floor, portable toilets, florist, centrepieces, favors, SORTED. I might punch myself in the face later for saying this, but this planning a wedding stuff is a breeze. I mean, all you do is pick the what you like – and then buy the closest thing to it that you can afford. People (I) only care about food, booze and dancing. The rest of it is just bonus material.

meow if you agree

Also, I spent a lot of time lying in the grass in the sun in my backyard which is my #1, all-time favoritest thing to do. How could it not be, look how pretty their yard is!

After we banged out the wedding plans, I took the train down to Philly to visit my niece, Lola. BEHOLD THIS HAIR:

I just…. stop. She’s too cute! Just stop.

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Let’s explore why I came back from the states 6 pounds heavier, shall we?

Exhibit 1: Pizza and beer. And beer.  Aaaaand beer again.

FYI – Did you know Pizzamakers actually delivers pizza? And all these years I thought it was only weed. Huh.

Exhibit 2: Chef Wayne’s Big Mamou Cajun Restaurant

Just so you know, I have no regrets about this one. Big Mamou is an institution, and should you ever find yourself in the cultural wonderland that is Springfield, Massachusetts… this is THE ONLY PLACE YOU NEED TO GO.

And also, they have a website! Go, on, click on it – see how adorable it is, and see how cheap the prices are. And then see what comes out of their kitchen…

Jambalaya

pulled pork

Exhibit 3: The Italian Markets in Philly

pasta fridge

So, do you see? As if you wouldn’t do the same .

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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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The reason I’ve been MIA is that directly following Hair Expo, I hopped a plane to head back to the US for a three-week holiday. Actually, I left Hair Expo with luggage in hand, had the taxi pull over to grab Nick at his work, and we went directly to the airport. It’s like I purposefully schedule things in a way that may or may not give me a nervous breakdown – keeps things exciting.

So, yeah, home. The first week was a whirlwind of Nick meeting my K through 12 friends, the staff from every restaurant I’ve ever worked at – and every person I bumped into at the gas station/bar/diner. He was a good sport about it, which is lucky for me, as I look forward to seeing those exact people all year long.

The best part was chilling at my parents’ house. In my head, summertime in Hampden is astonishingly GREEN, and being city bound, I was dying to get out there. Turns out I was not exaggerating. That shit is very, VERY green.

Dear Lord, Pocahontas is a good looking cat.

This calls for a Guster throwback.

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A bit stunned by the tornados that have torn up Springfield, Monson, etc. Looking at the images of the homes breaks my heart. I’m sure it is worse experiencing it face to face.

Red Cross has lent a hand providing support for the community –

To make a donation of any amount, visit http://www.redcross.org or call 1-800-REDCROSS. Text “REDCROSS” to 90999 to make a $10 donation.

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