Boston Shmoston (Swank Alert!)

I went to Boston, you wicked pissah!  (said in my thick new Bostonian accent)

Michael and I just got back from a 7-day excursion to Boston and Cape Cod, or "The Cod" as Michael kept mistakingly referring to it (people usually refer to it as "The Cape").  I love that guy.  We speak Bostonian to each other often now.   It's too good of an accent to let drift away.  We even read junk mail to each other in our new accents.  Make it last.

Oh, so many memories to share...beaches, history, fresh seafood, shopping for tchotchkes, hanging out with friends (much love to the Sanghas and Coles!), beautiful weather, etc.  Here are some favorites:

• Picking up seashells on the beach.  My husband found an especially pretty one for me.  He picked it up, then we watched it crumbled apart.  Seagull poop.
• Being invited to a show in Provincetown by two guys dressed as Brittany Spears and Scary Spice.  The name of the show: Naked Boys Singing.  Very friendly guys, but alas we did not go to the show.  Rain check.
• Getting lots of protein.  To save money, we went grocery shopping to make our own breakfasts and lunches at the condo.  Scrambled eggs for breakfast, tuna sandwich for lunch, and repeat.  
• Bad news turned good, kind of.  We lost a credit card.  Traced our steps, revisited the place of the last purchase, looked through wallet 4 times or so.  No card.  So, we called and cancelled it.  No one else had used it--good news!  Found the credit card...right in front of the wallet, and laughed our heads off.  Team Duncan: high five!
• Eating breakfast on our deck with an ocean view.  As I peel my banana, I hear the sounds of seagulls, breeze through the trees, crickets, and....gagging?  I turn to my husband, and between gags he says, "I don't like bruised bananas."  I die laughing and realize how in love I am with my husband and his sensitive gag reflex.
• Sunset at the ocean.
• Seeing whales in their natural environment: breath-taking!!!  I always tell Michael I'm having a "worshipful moment" anytime I'm near something really huge (including construction cranes, which remind me of brontosauruses--don't judge, haha).  This was one of those moments.

This purpose of this trip to the East Coast was to celebrate five years of marriage together.  I'd say we did just that.  Michael, you wicked pissah, I love you like crazy.  Here's to many more.  Cheers!