Back from the Bay

Boston was terrific. Beth and I spent a lot of money. Whoops.

We loved the city, and I took many pictures (Beth forgot to pack her camera!), but we kind of hated the people. It reminded me a lot of the people in Charlottesville, who would look at Jeff and ask, "You're from where??" Little did they know exactly where Jeff lived. They assumed everyone in Indiana lived in a pile of sticks.

The men of Boston seemed to like us just fine, but whenever we'd start-up a conversation, the girlfriends or wives would look at their significant others, like, "If you talk to them you will not be touching me for a month!" It was hilarious.

Bad fashion, too, also very reminiscent of UVA. Most women looked like they were wearing pajamas. I tried to take a photo of a guy's bulldog in Beacon Hill, because I wuv bulldogs, and he yelled at me. Seriously. He said, "Do not take a photo of my dog - we're kind of busy here!" His baby was crying in the stroller, and I so wanted to say, "Your dog doesn't look that busy..." I withheld.

The trip was awesome and I have a new travel partner! Matt took Sammy to California. We talked about 7 times a day. : )

Matt said the best thing anyone has ever said to me the other day: Everyone who meets you loves you, Jill, but especially me. My heart skips a beat.