Just Get Me On a Boat
Finally summer has arrived in Boston, it has been a long (really long) time coming. I was starting to think that maybe summer was never going to come, a sentiment a few locals have confessed to me as well. But summer has arrived.
The Old Man had a man date with one of his friends to cruise around town and do whatever it is that men do when they are wife free. I did meet them for lunch, I mean a girls got to eat. We Island Creek Oysters was on the agenda, which was another reason I said yes, give me all the oysters please. Many oysters and cocktails later, I left the men to their own devices and went to figure out what to do with the rest of my day. It was too nice of a day to go home and watch bad TV my go to when the Old Man is out on “boys night.” I decided I would head to the harbor and get on a boat. What a better way to digest my many oysters but enjoying a boat ride around the harbor?
Checking the schedule I realized there was 3:30 boat ride which if the trains ran my way I would make by the hair of my chinny chin chin. I walked up to the ticket window asked if there was a spot on the 3:30 boat ride, she said yes. Then offered me a suggestions of whale watching or site seeing. “I just want to be on a boat I told her.” That is when she elaborated that whale watching was four hours (an adventure will plan on in the future), while the site seeing one was only 45 minutes. I must confess I sounded like a pretty desperate woman mostly because I didn’t want to wait another half hour and mostly because once I made it out of the substation I was super excited to be on my own little adventure and ready to get some sun while on the bow of a boat.
“I will take the site seeing one.” I let her know, paid my fair and walked right on the boat. I headed to the head and then bar and thanks to a not so full boat found myself a spot on the bow of the boat to enjoy the sun, wind, and waves.
My only real reason for taking this boat ride was to enjoy the weather, water, and entertain my solo self. And I did get all of those things, but I also learned some new things about Boston that I didn’t know and was reminded of a few things I knew but had forgotten.
The best part of the ride was the ride itself. It was everything I wanted at that moment. sun, water, and a little bit of alone time that wasn’t in my apartment.
My tourist experience was short but sweet and a good reminder that Boston is a pretty great town, and created a memory I can look back on in those long winter months.