Swenny and the Bandit.
Trip Start Aug 30, 2012
16Trip End Oct 19, 2012
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I’m not dead.
But I haven’t been giving you any loving.
I’m sorry, baby.
It has been an incredibly stressful, emotional, busy yet beautiful week. Week? How many days? I went back in time coming here and I have no idea how long I’ve been away for in real time.
There have been massive ups and massive downs, massive drama and I haven’t felt much like writing. But some very good people took me under their wing and have been looking after me like one of their own, for which I’m incredibly grateful.
But let’s talk about the ups, shall we? I’ll take you up to the end of the bachelorette party Friday…
After over a day of killer flights (read: 32 hours of travel), I crash in a Philly hotel for some sleepage before catching the Amtrak up to Boston Friday morning. I gotta say the 6 hour train ride is a lot nicer than the last 3 hour flight I caught. A lot more to see and a lot more comfortable!
We whiz by Larchmont, where dad went to high school and where I hope to visit later in my trip, as well as Port Chester where I’m off to see HUGH LAURIE next week. I also manage to scare off 2 seat buddies (do I smell?) before a lady sits next to me who quickly becomes my new BFF. You know how I do.
Arriving in Beantown late afternoon, it’s a quick ride on the ’T’ with my Charlie Card (as I’ve mentioned in previous blogs, these were named for the song where a man named Charlie gets trapped forever on the Boston subway system because he can't pay the 5 cents required to leave the train) to ’Andrew’ station, which, given the wedding I’m attending was an easy stop to remember.
Ease-of-station-findage aside, I manage to get a little lost and a little scared before finding myself at the correct hotel… and struggling with my case in the heat to the doors I run straight into MY BANDIT walking out to look for Paulina. Oooh I’ve missed my little Londoner! There is of course much squeaking and hugging, which I’m sure was ALL excitement to see me and nothing at all to do with the packet of salt and vinegar chips I’d been cradling for 32 hours and 16,000km cos she’s missed them in England.
Heading up to the room to greet Swenny, the bride to be, it’s all a flurry of hugging and excitement and meeting people (and VERY last minute bridesmaid shoe shopping… with an HOUR to find something… KATE) before the bachelorette festivities begin. There are 12 of us all up - and we begin our night of charming the pants off people with Bandit somehow sweet talking the shuttle driver to taking us all the way downtown (20 minutes away) rather than just to the tube stop (2 minutes away). Cheeky.
The charm-fest continues with the waiter at the cheese steak factory (who’s quite sure he’s going home with someone, the little turd…) and getting the pianist at ‘Howl at the Moon’ to not only play ‘Land down under’ as a priority but reluctantly lead a cheer of ‘Aussie Aussie Aussieeeeeeee!!’.
It’s a charming night all round really… Bandit photo bombing everyone in the room and almost
knocking other people out with her crazy dance moves… My two favourites would have to be ‘milking the roof’ and ‘let me be your arms’.
Some of the video from the night winds up being sent back to the folks in country MA, and all we hear later at the wedding is ‘so I hear you Aussies dance funny’?
I wonder where they get that idea?
Boston's a fun town. Even if the bars do close at 2am.
Your B. xx