we started our second day in boston by paying tribute to our favorite historical womanizer/president of the united states of america. one mr. john fitzgerald kennedy. we visited his presidential library, and it was awesome.
my dad is a fan, despite the fact that it has taken him almost a year to read stephen king's novel about what it might have been like if jack hadn't been assassinated. he's still not done. i know he has lots of important things to do as a father and husband and hardworking american, but come on. it's a good one, and it really did make me wonder...
it seems that marty is also a fan. i did read the book while i was pregnant!
i can't remember if that is just a replica of the actual desk. i'm thinking that it is. i'd really like to visit the oval someday.
after the library, we went to the granary burying ground. it's a cemetery.
it was here that we learned that mother goose was a real person. a real person!
paul revere is buried there.
so is sam adams
and john hancock.
after the cemetery, we hopped on the train to fenway park to see a red sox game.
now, upon first entering the park we were super excited for the game. richard played on a competition team with a guy that plays for the red sox (he's a closer [pitcher]), so we were kind of hoping that he'd get to play, but he didn't. we were excited about that, though. i was super excited to sing "sweet caroline," and we were all just excited to be there. this was before we knew who we'd be sitting behind.
see that blue shirt with white writing on the back? well, there was a sea of those in front of us because they all worked at a local pub and were there for their annual work party. it's safe to say that they started the party at work with a few drinks and then continued the festivities pretty hard core once they got to the game. it was like sitting behind a frat party. it stunk, they were loud, and totally in our faces. the low-light of sitting behind these fools was when the rebel in the teal shirt nearly got into a fight with the french guys who were sitting two seats away from him, but still directly in front of us. they were pushing each other and calling each other on, and i was terrified. i had marty on my lap, and i know i probably looked like i was in shock. luckily, one of the idiot's coworkers worked really hard to break it up, and it finally worked. oh, alcohol. thank you for ruining lives and vacations all over the country.
although we discussed leaving after that, we decided to stay. i'm so glad we did, because most of the lushes in front of us left early, and i got to stand and belt my favorite neil diamond tune with a park full of bostonians.
i got really good at feeding marty wherever we happened to be at his meal times. and thankfully, he was a good sport about it. that is one of the things i was most worried about, but we have ourselves a pretty perfect kid and it was actually a breeze.
we also found out that he is quite the little show-off. he loved entertaining the two guys sitting behind us.
even though it got off to a pretty rough start, i would have to say that this was one of the highlights of the trip for me. it was fun to take our boy to his first major league game, especially with the grandpa who loves baseball more than any other grandpa i know.
and it was just another chance to make some amazing memories with my favorite people.
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