Get Me Back To Boston...

It's your friend Anna Egleston again. So I highly doubt anyone is still checking this blog as I quit posting when I moved back to North Carolina in August, but I can only hope it might pop up in a Google search. I would really like to move back to Boston when I graduate in May of this year. I am an advertising major in the Journalism and Mass Communication School at UNC-Chapel Hill with two full-time summer internships in advertising/marketing. So, if you read the rest of this blog and think I am fun, witty, insightful, a good photographer, or what have you, and you would like to hire me for a full time job in Boston starting in about mid-June... please do let me know. Resume, transcript, references, more goofy stories, etc. are available upon request.

As a disclaimer: the rest of this blog was written at least 6 months ago and I am not going to go back and edit anything, so what you see is what you get.

Boston Harbor Cruise

Here are pictures from the Boston Harbor Cruise that Granny, Virginia, and I took yesterday. I could commentate but I will just give you an ID on the pics and leave it at that.

- Bunker Hill monument with Cassin Young ship in the foreground



- Virginia, Granny, and me on the ship








- View from the boat; looking at Boston's waterfront




- "Old Ironsides:" The U.S.S. Constitution








- Granny with skyline in the background

Senior Citizen Discount

"I never knew there were so many benefits to being old."As spoken by Granny (my dad's mother) after we got on the T to go to dinner tonight and the driver let them on for free and then two 20 year olds gave them their seats on the subway.

Granny and her friend Virginia Cooke have come up for the weekend. They are staying more in the suburbs, in an area called Brookline that is very close to my apt. We did an "Old Town Trolley Tour" yesterday. One of those things where you pay for the whole day and then you can jump on and off as you please. I had seen most everything before but never all in a row like that so it helped me to put some of the pieces together mentally.

We ate at a Japanese restaurant for dinner on both Thursday and Friday, and not the same one. Dad says never in his life has he eaten at an Asian restaurant with his mother, so either she has branched out at age 80 or they wanted to dine at places that were within rock-throwing distances of the hotel and they just got unlucky. Tonight we ate at a "New England Grill" called Fireplaces which was even farther out into the suburbs, but seemed a little more their speed. They are both bragging that they are showing me new parts of my city I wouldn't have known about otherwise. I think the waitress has never gotten such a kick out of her customers. They asked her about everything in this deep Southern accents and went on and on about how they couldn't believe there were "hominy cheese grits" on the menu.

I haven't been feeling well since last night so I have been laying around most of the day, except for dinner tonight. I think it is just a bad head cold, but I am getting really bored by sitting in bed all day. Whether I am feeling better, or not, we have an early breakfast and a cruise on the Charles River planned for tomorrow, so I need to go to bed. In the picture of both of them, my grandmother is on the right.

The Green Monstah

I've always thought that the "Green Monster" was what you turned into when your friend got something you really wish you had for yourself. Apparently around here it's pronounced the "Green Monstah" and it's a huge wall on one side of Fenway Park. Well I have found myself green with envy every time I walk around my neighborhood, ride the subway, or leave my house just to get groceries on game day. Seems like everyone has tickets to this great, huge party called the Red Sox game and I can't figure out how to get an invitation. Sure scalpers have plenty of tickets but at anywhere from 100-300 bucks, I can't swing that. Even the worst bleacher seats are going at least twice face value. On Tuesday night I was determined to get in, no matter what it took. Eventually we had held out so long trying to find a ticket in our price range that there were none left period, so we gave up on buying them.

Plan B: We decided to wait until the 7th inning and walk in, which about 6 different people told us they allowed, especially if the game's score wasn't close. Well this is obviously not the case anymore, as I found out quickly. We badgered a security guy at the gate with our sob story on living right next to the park and never being able to watch a game. Finally he got so tired of us that he let us walk in. Five steps into the stadium and we were promptly encircled by five ear phoned security guards and escorted right back out. Well at this point I am so disappointed I am basically in tears, so imagine my excitement when yesterday someone at work offered Kelly and I free tickets. So I went to Wednesday's game between the Red Sox and the Kansas City Royals. I think the pictures tell the rest of the story.