During the wedding we attended in Connecticut last Saturday, after a touch of arm twisting and a lot of gin, we agreed to visit our friend Alex in Brooklyn the following weekend. When we returned to Boston after the wedding, my friend who resides in Manhattan was in town, and she insisted a NYC weekend would be perfect, as well. In the meantime, Matt reached out to his cousin, who lives in Williamsburg, and he further sealed our fate by offering a place to sleep and noting that the dog was welcome.

And while part of me, the part that has been traveling every-other-week for months now, wanted to protest, I knew wanting to stay home and "do laundry" was not a valid excuse to cancel. When I told Matt I wasn't positive about going, he looked at me with a bit of a side eye; which implied all he didn't even have to say: That's really what you want to do?


I knew immediately he was right. We are getting older every day. The number of weekends where we can hit the road after one of Matt's shifts and get into another city at 1AM and sleep on a floor and be okay with that is certainly numbered. Despite not knowing what that number is, I am aware of its existence, and it fuels my spontaneity impulse like nothing else. I once flew across the country to surprise Matty at his door. A four-hour car ride to New York City on a Friday is barely crazy.

So, of course, my arm was twisted sufficiently into taking the wheel, and off we went.
And what a weekend it was.
One that involved beer gardens, Ozzie, a parade float (apparently), good food, great beer, and awesome friends.

...the one with the fuzzy face showed me how to get bitches using a stick-string-noise-toy-thing.



...apparently they like songs more than sniffs to the bum. Who knew?

Somewhat recently, I wrote about my friend and his sisters who were in the process of opening of food truck, and the delicious food we had at their pop-up dinner. Well, since that time, Mei Mei Street Kitchen has hit the streets and is proudly serving up their dumplings in Back Bay all week.

And while I must always recommend a friend first, I also wanted to set the scene and remind you that I have quite the propensity for food trucks. Also, when you have been employed on the same street for about four years, you get very excited when new culinary offerings literally roll into your life.

In the years that I have been working in downtown, the number of food trucks in and around Boston continues to grow, and in the past 6-or-so months, the bright yellow blue Bon Me truck has been a welcome addition to my lunchtime routine.

I know, I know, I am the worst. My own parents have barely heard from me in the past month. And though I would love to say I have been volunteering in a third world country or working on a thesis for some degree of higher education, you shouldn't be shocked to discover I have just been traveling for work, traveling for pleasure, and drinking with my friends. Are you surprised?

Let's see, it was ten days in Austin for SXSW, a trip to Chicago to see Matt's family (including two too-cute nieces), a visit from a long lost friend now residing in New York, a trip to Dallas (not displayed) for a meeting, a surprise party for some dude I kind of like, a couple Sox games, concerts, beers, and finally a wedding last weekend. It was a little hectic, but I promised to return in good form.

And what better way to recap the past month than a photo set showing just where I've been?

Without further ado....