Memorial Day Weekend

Last weekend (Memorial Day) Paul and I went up to Boston to visit the families. It would have been the perfect long weekend but for the fact that for the third time (out of four visits to Boston) I caught a head cold. The city must not like me. We arrived late Friday night, Paul's uncle was there to pick us up and whisked our tired selves to his home where we stayed the entire weekend. His aunt and uncle are lovely people and so nice to let us come and go as we pleased. Saturday his uncle made us breakfast then we took our time getting ready and headed into the city to watch the Sox game (remember - I am dating Fever Pitch) and have a late lunch. We picked out hats and shirts for his nieces at Fenway (man it's hard to gauge the size of kids when you have none) with Paul refusing to get them pink ones. My thought on colored hats is this: If it isn't a team color, the hat shouldn't be made. With two exceptions 1. If the fan base is predominantly Irish or the team is from a predominantly Irish town, I have no problem with the green hats with the shamrock. 2. If you are under the age of 12 and are female, you can wear the pink one (you've got to get girly girls interested in sports somehow). Moving on. Saturday night we had dinner at the aunt and uncle's house with their two children and the son's two children. Let me just say, not the most well behaved kids I've ever been around. 'Nuff said. Shelly and her fiancee are great (albeit hard core Republicans but that made for great debate) and after I spent the day in bed sleeping away my cold, we ended up having drinks and watching the game Sunday (see a pattern?) with them and Paul's best friend. After a couple rounds of shots, I was very happy that I had Shelly write directions to her parents' house on a napkin as Paul was in no condition to give them to the cabbie. Monday we lazed around recovering and then headed up to the North side of Boston (about an hour trek from the South where we were staying) to meet up with my mother and have some dinner. Mom and I caught up on all the happenings with my normal aunt and the cult one as well while Paul continuously glanced at the game televised in the bar section. I understand that it was a game against the Yankees, and that he was probably a bit overwhelmed by my mother's and my near constant chatter about people he has never heard of, but it would have been nice to hear him have a conversation with my mother. He is, after all, only the fourth boy of mine she's met. Anyway, after dinner we headed over to my brother and sister-in-law's to pop in and say hello. It wasn't a long visit, nor was it very enjoyable only because Paul and I were exhausted and had to get up early and Larry and Christine were exhausted from flying in from New Orleans that day. Regardless, it was great to see them and meet their dog, who is the cutest thing ever, and hopefully when Paul and I are up there in November we'll all be in better spirits. We flew back to DC early, early, early Tuesday morning and I headed straight into the office where I worked the Longest Day Ever. My boss decided that the day I woke up at 4:30 after going to bed at 11 would be the perfect day to work until 7:30 pm. Ugh.