SUPERBLY SAMMY

Roaaad trippp~

The night before, Cris & I popped open bottles of champagne to celebrate our upcoming trip :D Everyone cowered as the corks ricocheted around the room.

The boyfriend & the one who played cupid.

I was a drunk fool... I have to try to be more aware of that. We watched 'Team America,' which was way too much for me to handle. I think I love it. Is it possible for a movie to be insulting yet inspirational? Its theme song is one of the most obnoxious and addictive ballads I have ever heard. I'm wondering whether or not to put it on my blog's Myxer. I know it will induce much tutting.

I actually rose before my alarm clock sounded the next morn. As predicted, we left Hofstra slightly before 10AM instead of the planned 8AM.

Meesa had a full breakfast of turkey chutney wrap, OJ & mini pastries. The boyfriend drove & I sat up front with him, while Joey, Cris & Mike got cozy in the back. It was hard to doze off with the rest conversing about Neil Armstrong beating his wife, and Plato being beaten by his wife. The scenery throughout the drive was beautiful... Fields of dusky orange made me reminisce one of Disney's firsts, 'Bambi.' A cemetery atop a hill put me in Nobody Owen 's shoes - the protagonist of Neil Gaiman's 'The Graveyard Book' and possibly one of my favorite characters Gaiman has brought to live. Everyone in our company drives except for me, so they switched around every few hours. On the radio was Ratatat, Switchfoot, and Christmas songs from a CD that Cris had bought at the post office with me the other day. Nowadays, I'm listening to more indie songs under the influence of my friends. Last year it was RnB love.

Compliments of Joey's awesome photography.

We stopped for lunch around noon, and I met Reese Witherspoon at the pet store right next to Paneras!

Me: "Guys, I met Reese Witherspoon!"

Joey: "Where??? Here?"

Me: "Yeah!"

I showed him the picture.

Joey: "Nice! Did she actually come here and autograph the container?"

Oh, Joey.

If you were older, I would think you were you the inspiration for Friend's Joey Tribbiani.

2.5 hours later...

The giant bottle of milk next to the Boston Children's Museum amused me.

The first thing Cris & Joey did when they got to the hotel was to pay a visit to the hotel bar. LOL. Cris has been addicted to champagne ever since our champagne brunch in Vegas! Joey was carded by the bartender and nearly got caught. That would have put a damper on our trip if he'd gotten into trouble...

Joey started giggling like crazy after he took this picture. I'll leave it to your imagination.

Cris: "Look at that nice building! I'm sure it's something."

Everyone had been to Boston before except for yours truly. It's so different from New York. The architecture and streets there reminded me very much of Melbourne. It's more alike Europe than any other city I've visited in America thus far. Cris brought us to her most visited spot in Boston, Quincy Market, a tourist attraction & hub of activity.

Thanksgiving isn't even over, but the X'mas deco has already sprung up!

After a bit of sightseeing, we went in search of a cafe. After asking a local for recommendations, we were directed to Boston's equivalent of New York's Little Italy. We got lost for a bit, but eventually found it. Entered the first cafe we spotted, 'Cafe Paradiso.' Far from heavenly, it was more of a dodgy sports bar (I got hit on by a guy at the bar). But kudos to their genuinely amazing alcoholic coffees!

My first 'Boston Cream Pie' in Boston was disappointing; extremely dry and no oomph whatsoever. However, I relished in my choice of drink: Roman Coffee = Espresso + Sambuca. I don't like licorice, but I adore star-anise in Nasi Briyani and curries. Discovered that it's a treat in coffee too! Jim's Cafe Mocha was Perfect with a capital P. I had never tasted so good a mocha as that.

Sign spotted outside a convenience store.

Mike went berserk when he saw this. It was a mistake to suggest he buy it; he practically flew at me. Hahahah! New York pride.
I kind of understand why the Boston stereotype of A-holes have stuck though. Stereotypes begin because they speak the truth. We were shot to pieces by a near-car accident the following day, no thanks to a reckless local driver. And I thought New York City drivers were notorious.

We just HAD to. Especially since the liquor store guy said they had stopped producing these. Cris was regretful that she'd missed the LA version.

After picking up liquor, we chanced upon a wharf and sat on the shifting boardwalk until we got dizzy.

I spotted a meteorite! Well, at least I'm very sure it was a meteorite. There's a slight possibility it was the 'weak link' of the meteorite shower last Tuesday, explaining its extreme lag. Or maybe it was a signal flare for ships at sea. My exclamation of surprise sounded extra loud in the serene silence, making everyone else look up. Whatever it was, t'was pretty.

More gorgeous architecture in Boston.

Dinner: All in favor of seafood say, "Aye!"
Jim had eaten there before and recommended it.

The bf slighted me for taking a picture of a picture. Whatever! I like being ironic!

Joey being gay. Mike was less joyful.

Cup o' Clam Chowder. Om nom nom...

Too much potato for me, actually.

Lobster Roll!

Like chicken salad, but substituting lobster for chicken obviously.
Good stuff!

We stayed at the lavish Intercontinental Boston.

The bathtub was a mere 'sliding-window' away from the bed.
Not exactly practical, but cool nonetheless!
Everyone kept jumping onto the bed via the partition.

The boys were flabbergasted at the extravagance of the place. The moment they spotted the luxury sports cars in the hotel's parking lot, they joked that we didn't belong there. I admit it was an awesome hotel, but I wasn't completely blown away; I travel a lot and have been to many hotels which are above par. It never struck me how well-off I am compared to some of my other friends... Even the Americans. Perhaps their families just have different priorities.

C.W! :p

Fingering is so yesterday!

Hung out and got tipsy. Absolut Boston tastes almost like bubble tea. Hints of elderflower give it a similar fruity-flowery fragrance. Watched 'The Wedding Singer.' The scene on the plane where Adam Sandler serenades Drew Barrymore with, 'I Wanna Grow Old With You' always gets me.

People who read my blog always tell me that I consistently seem to be having so much fun. True that! But I also confess that my blog posts highlight the awesome moments of my excursions/activities. Blogging helps me to be grateful for my Life. But for once, this blog post does nothing to justify the time I had on this trip. NIL. NADA.

^¿^
~~Bubble baths.~~
(How can hotels not supply bubble bath???)
Improvisation.
Bubble-less baths.
A hot hot bath, nonetheless!
Incorporation of sliding partitions ;)
Carnal hunger. Physical hungry.
Walks to 7-11 in the cold, the rare cigarette in hand.
I just realized... Did you buy Menthols just because I'd told you I was craving one?
Midnight energizer snacks.
Me, 'Hostess Cupcakes' and you, 'Lunchables.'
I told you to go for it. We all crave mystery meat sometimes.
Bewildering disappearing items.
Unspoken truths now spoken.
Getting things (or people) off our chests.

The next morning, I learned that Mike didn't get a wink of sleep, because Cristina & Joey had snored all night. LMAO!!! He actually wandered around the hotel in search of a quiet spot to sleep, and resorted to crashing in a public lounge. So kesian!

Also found out about something which revives my hopes of the 'future front porch image.'

Apa khabar?

Since Boston's renown for its seafood, I thought why not indulge in cuisine which uses seafood as a staple? Hence, our last meal in Boston was Japanese. Cris suggested:-

Samurai Boston

827 Boylston Street Boston, MA

Live Scallops~!

Magnificent... Almost creamy-like, with the most delicate taste & texture ever! It came with a garnish of fruity sauce on the side of the plate, which went amazing together.

Breaded oysters.

'Snowball.'

Passionfruit, mango, and raspberry sorbet coated with White chocolate and split down the middle.

As usual, Joey's mind was in the gutter.
It's only because you are my friend that I don't judge you as a creeper like J.Glander.

I was slightly grouchy on Sunday, which usually happens when I know the holiday is coming to an end. We stopped several times - for gas and dinner at a fast-food place called 'Duchess.' Worst. Food. Ever!

Got back to campus at almost 9PM.

My heart melted when you asked if you disappointed me. Far from it, my dear... Far from it. Sure I don't know what's going through your mind, but I know what's going on in your heart. I'm an oldest child too. I truly believe that birth order determines more than people know. Contradict me if you will, with one of your many interesting theories. I love listening to you. Talk geeky to me! It turns me on ;P

I appreciate it... The fact that you came with me. That you actually drove me there. You even stood beside me while we were silently being condemned by everyone. No doubt it was mad expensive, but at least I wasn't alone. It was less of a financial burden before, but a weightier burden on my heart. The ex would never have done the same. He was a selfish bastard completely absorbed in himself. When I analyze everything now, I can see that even his nobleness, which I'd looked up to, was merely a means to feel good about himself. If you'd made me run the errand by myself, I would probably have gotten over it, because I'm so used to being treated like sh*t. That's how bad it was. I will no longer be anyone's toilet bowl.

Equals X!