So here’s the thing. The past couple of months? Busy as hell. But there was simply SO MUCH AWESOME that I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to put words to paperscreen and share.
I’m sitting at South Station in Boston, waiting for the next train home to Providence. Yes, that’s right: home to Providence. On September 1, I left Boston and moved home to Rhode Island to save money and be close to my family in between my crazy travel adventures. So what have I been up to since the last time I actually took the time to write? Bullet points, here we come!
- First, there was Philadelphia, and oh, was it ever glorious! I got to spend some quality time with Tara and Madeline, who both rock my world oh so very hard. Much delicious food was consumed – from sandwiches at Paesano’s to beef jerky from the Amish at Reading Terminal Marketing to drinks at… hell, I can’t even remember. Tara and Madeline were amazing hostesses and I hope someday that I’ll get to return their hospitality should they ever visit New England.
- Then, there was Asheville. I joked with Cat (who, by the way, is all sorts of awesome) that if you drove 30 minutes in either direction, you’re smack dab in the middle of some Deliverance kind of shit, but the truth is this: Asheville, North Carolina is a gem of a town. I had, for the first time ever, Southern Comfort ice cream (with fresh bourbon-soaked peaches.) I had the best steak I’ve ever had at Bouchon. I got to experience real North Carolina barbeque, even if my drunk ass did try (and tweet) a single-bite-combination of bacon jalapeño barbeque sauce-soaked pulled pork, sweet potato fries and chocolate pudding. Sure, it looked disgusting, but it was nothing short of delicious. I was also introduced to the wonderful variety of local beers that are abundant in Asheville, got to meet awesomesauce locals like Wendy Lou and experienced the biggest music festival in the Southeast, Bele Chere, which is really too amazing for words.
- Upon returning home, I was SO excited to have two whole weeks to enjoy some time “at home,” and enjoy Boston. What ended up happening instead was a string of horrifying and surreal dates that, each on their own merits, would make Tucker Max blush. I’m not sure if I’ll ever share those particular stories beyond my closest friends, but if I do, you can be sure they’ll have entire chapters dedicated to them in that book. Yes, book.
Which brings us to the latter half of August, which saw me get sick, fly to Chicago and back for the 20-Something Bloggers Summit, spend a week post-conference half-deaf from the resulting ear infection, pack my entire life up into boxes and move back to Rhode Island. Those, however, are stories for another blog post, which will hopefully not take me another month to write.
Until then, friends, it’s been real.
