The Good and Bad

The Good News - there are 2 Starbucks only a block away from our new place in Boston.

The Bad News - Their Vanilla Lattes are DISGUSTING. I mean, how hard is it? I thought they all used the same recipes. SO disappointing.

More Good News - They cost less. Like 30 cents cheaper than they are in Austin. Which totally adds up.

And it would so be wroth it if I didn't puke them up.

C'mon Boston. Give me SOMETHING.

My First Snowboarding Experience

So everyone kept telling me “Go skiing first, snowboarding is way hard”. And did I listen? No sir. And I’m really glad I didn’t. Apparently they are both so different, it doesn’t matter which you do first. But snowboarding IS harder. How do I know this? Because I did not see very many skiers falling down, but I saw tons of snowboarders wiping out. Myself included.

Don’t get me wrong – I loved it! I expected to be really terrible but I was decent. Which was especially surprising since we had 16-year-old boys as instructors. Not good. But they LOVED my bf. Because he picked it up super fast. He was a freaking natural. They were all like “You can totally do this other higher slope” (which apparently doesn’t usually happen that fast). “Oh, but your girlfriend..”. Humiliating. I had to prove to these tweens that I could do a hell-edge and toe-edge turn before they’d let me join him. Thank God I did it. But barely.

So off we go to the bigger scarier hill. I had to give myself props. I was doing it. I did fall…a LOT. I fell on my ass so much that it’s all bruised now. And I hit my head so hard twice that I blacked out. But I was doing it! And I was having fun.

How was my bf doing? Um, AWESOME. He didn’t fall at all. He started doing tricks and stuff. The instructors were all impressed and people we didn’t even know were coming up to him all like “Wow, you’ve gotten so much better since this morning, you should try this other slope blah blah.” Good for him. I mean, I’m proud of him but it’s still super annoying. You would think having a bf that’s good at EVERY sport he tries ( and I mean EVERY freaking sport) would be a turn on. And it is. Sometimes. Other times, it’s really frustrating because he rally doesn’t understand why it’s not as easy for me. And I feel stupid and inadequate and all that good stuff. And it’s SO much worse when he’s all like “I’m so proud of you babe. You’re doing great out there!” It sounds so f-ing condescending. And I know he doesn’t mean it like that. And I know it’s not his fault he’s so bad ass. But I can still be grumpy about it, right?

I just need to get over myself. I’m a terrible, terrible girlfriend and person, in general.

Would I do it again? Most definitely! But not with him. :)

From Austin to Boston

So I’m here. Finally. It feels like it took forever. Yeah, it’s cold and people are not friendly (except for the Italian lady at Al’s Liquor Store – we bonded over Patrick Swayze. Oh and did you know Pavarotti died? Bummer.) The city is cool though. We took the subway for the first time last night. Pretty cool. Totally different world underground.  Oh, and I saw a rat. Yummy.

Our apartment is really nice but it is SO SMALL compared to our old place in Austin. I mean, we have to SHARE a closet. That is so not going to happen. And the computer I am typing on right now is on top of a box. I mean, seriously. But we have a great view of the harbor. I can hear seagulls in the mornings. What a trip. And the building has a really nice gym. They have touch screens on the treadmills and ellipticals and you can watch TV on your own personal screen. Super exciting! (Is it bad that this is the most exciting discovery I’ve made so far? Well that and there’s a S Bux across the street. I’m lovin’ that!)

Did you know that they don’t sell liquor at grocery stores here? I’m talking no beer or wine at ALL. What is up with that? How sucky. You have to go to a shady liquor store. This greatly impedes my New Year’s Resolution of drinking more.

Well I wanted an adventure and I am getting one. If I don’t die in the process or severely humiliate myself, I will have many more stories to tell. Stay tuned….