Dear Boston, You Are Loved....Day Three
Monday, April 30, 2012 at 9:24PM Mrs. G. 
On Day three, Mrs. G. and her mom landed on Boston's famous Newbury Street. They had briefly flirted with it on Day Two, but on this day they courted Newbury street with blood, sweat, tears and cash money and damn near married it. It's capital the marriage didn't come to pass, because, beyond question, Newbury Street, a harsh mistress, would have eventually left them both high and dry and taken them for everything they were worth.
Mrs. G. strenuously, devoutly clutched her purse while she was on Newbury Street, not because she was afraid of being mugged but because she was afraid of mugging her wallet.
Mrs. G. and her mom started their day with breakfast at a delightful outdoor café. The food was delicious and the atmosphere lively. Many of their fellow diners were people who had run the marathon the day before and they dug into stacks of pancakes, waffles and apple smoked bacon with hard earned zip and zest, trying not to dip their finishers' medals in maple syrup as they ate.
Mrs. G. and her mom met up with Miss G. at this charming little bike. Mrs. G. has a great shot of her mom and daughter in front of the bike but she didn't post it because her mom (wrongly) thinks she looks pregnant in the photo. Say what you want about Mrs. G. but if you ask her not to post a photo of you because you think it makes you look pregnant, she won't post it whether you are pregnant or not.
But she is going to post this one because...does she need to even explain why?
And the shopping began. Mrs. G. is highlighting this Kiehl's store because it represents the essence of her mom. Mrs. G. and her mom had briefly popped into this store on Day Two and Mrs. G's mom perused the small shop while talking to the manager. As Mrs. G. drug her out of the store (it was not a shopping day), Mrs. G's mom promised she would be back to buy some things.
So when they went back, Mrs. G's mom barely had her foot in the door before the manager was practically leaping in the air as she exclaimed, "MIMI, YOU CAME BACK! I KNEW YOU WOULD. HOW ARE YOU. NOW YOU GET OVER HERE AND TELL ME WHAT YOU'VE BEEN UP TO SINCE I SAW YOU LAST." Since it was a shopping day, Mrs. G. just patted her mom on the back and told her she and Miss G. would be waiting outside.
They waited.
And they waited.
And then Miss G. said they should just go check out some other stores, so they went into Rag and Bone, Lilly Pulitzer, Kate Spade (a separate post to come on the identity crisis Mrs. G. suffered here), Caswell-Massey, Steve Madden...
And they waited.
Eighty minutes later, Mrs. G's mom emerged from the store with a skin care line and a boatload of free shit.
Mrs. G's mom has never met a stranger...unless she has in which case she might run them over with her car.
People just naturally love her.
Thrifters at heart, Mrs. G, Miss G. and Mrs. G's mom checked out nearly all the second hand shops on Newbury Street.
They found a few treasures, but second hand shops on Newbury Street are not so different from first hand shops in Seattle. Used purses can be in the hundreds.
Mrs. G. and her mom had never been in an Urban Outfitters...
and it is fair to say that Mrs. G's mom wanted to move into Urban Outfitters and live there. She scored three pair of darling TOMS shoes.
Urban Outfitters was cool, but Mrs. G. wanted to move in and live here.
So long, Newbury Street! You will be missed.
It was time to head over and check out Mrs. G's daughter neighborhood. She lives on a charming street.
Her apartment is delightful (as is her roommate) and this is the pleasant view you see when sit out on her sweet deck. Actually, this was one of Mrs. G's favorite spots on the trip. Do you see The Very Hungry Caterpillar in this tree? Mrs. G's hopes so because she was stone cold sober and couldn't quit admiring it.
After a short respite, they headed to Brighton to have dinner here. Miss G. assured them it would be a real treat.
It went beyond a real treat into, no kidding, one of the best meals Mrs. G. has had on God's green earth. It is also where she had one of the best cocktails on God's green earth: the Sassy Co-worker .
Mrs. G's mom had the duck confit tacos and roasted cauliflower.
Mrs. G. had the Regal burger on brioche.
Miss G. had the steak frites and the frites were drenched in garlic, parmesan and truffle oil.
Mrs. G's mom ordered the bread pudding. Up until this moment, Mrs. G. had spent most of her life avoiding bread pudding because she assumed it was akin to smashed up Wonder Bread and Jello vanilla pudding.
Reader, she was wrong. Do not ever go to the Regal Beagle and not order the bread pudding. Luckily, at this point, Mrs. G. had had only one Sassy Co-worker (gin, lime, and a basil syrup) and was able to subdue herself from putting her Irish snout directly into the bowl and snorting it.
A word to the wise: while you absolutely should have the bread pudding at the Regal Beagle, you might reconsider having a second Sassy Co-worker. It might have been the strongest cocktail Mrs. G. ever consumed because within eight sips of the second one, she felt that slightly dangerous level of honest that's not even really honest, just stupid and twenty minutes later had to sit down on a bench outside the restaurant while waiting for the cab.
She would also like to thank her lucky stars that while everything she knows about technology she learned from the Amish, everything her mom knows about technology she learned from the Flinstones. Because her mom spent at least twenty minutes trying to take a picture of Mrs. G. on her hotel bed, spinning, while saying things like:
I'm going to figure out how to take a picture of you in this state.
Here's the right button...smile!
I hate this @!@$ phone but I'm sure this is working now.
OK, HERE WE GO.
Would you get up off the bed and help me take this picture of you? (Mrs. G. is not the only one who had cocktails.)
While Mrs. G. was saying things like:
If you take a picture of me in these pajama pants, I will kill you, Old Woman.
You haven't figured out the keycard to the hotel room once this whole trip so dream on about taking a picture with your telephone.
Maybe you should call 9-1-1 and ask them for instructions.
Miss G, tackle her!
Mrs. G. is not a good enough writer to describe what a wonderful evening this was. Her face and stomach muscles were sore the next morning from laughing so hard.
But the picture was never taken.
To be continued...
Reader Comments (29)
OH how I want to take a trip with the 3 female G's!! Will settle for an event in June tho.
ahhhh, Newbury St! Did you go into Lush?
Oh how much fun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks for a great and much appreciated chuckle this afternoon, Mrs. G! Boston is one of the places I've always wanted to visit, just haven't gotten there yet. I am enjoying it vicariously through your posts!
I think I have all the ingredients for a Sassy Co-Worker. Yum!
What a fantastic family memories you are creating. Savor every moment!
Vicariously, tremendously enjoying this trip. Good times!
That sounds like so much fun! Cant wait to see you in June!
Oh My Lord! You have to eat a LOT of bread pudding to make up for all the bread pudding you haven't eaten up to now. There is nothing better than a good bread pudding and I've never had a bad one.
Fun trip!!!
Now you will have to find a savory bread pudding. Bread pudding made with heavy cream and gorgonzola. Or bleu cheese. Topped with cheese.
I stopped right at the burger on brioche and could go no further for a minute or two. Yum. I've never had bread pudding either but now I'm determined to find some!
I KNOW! I was just telling my best friend forever Mrs G's mom that she is sassy, SHE IS SASSY! mrs G and Miss G have a lot to live up to :) Damn, of COURSE a restaurant with beagle in the title is awesome, DUH!
*Squeeeee* Newbury St.... I'll be there in 11 days!
I'm so glad Mrs G and Mrs G's Mom loved Boston.
Love the adventure and commentary! Kiehl's and Urban Outfitter's too though UO used to be great fun in Phila back in the day. You could get a embroidered mexican wedding dress for $12.00, today probably 120.00! But still fun! The thought of you and your Mom a bit tipsy attempting to work the phone camera and also avoid it while "spinning" paints an amusing picture of you "wicked city women". Have a GRAND time you floozies!
I want to go to Boston....with fun family! What a great trip.
So much fun. So glad you had a great time. I am envious of you having so much fun w/ your mom. xo
Oh, how I love side-splitting laughter in hotel rooms. I'm overdue for some of this type of revelry.
I am chanting road trip, road trip in my mind...
i'm living vicariously through all three of you on this trip...i canNOT wait to see what we did on Day 4....oh, i hope we bought something fun!!!
I was smiling through this entire post (hooray for tie-dye!) and then the Sassy Co-worker (must try this, yum!) and bread pudding (♥love♥) and giggling in hotel rooms. Was there anything not to love in Boston?
J'aime la Rue de Newbury!
Ooops, fresh home from French Class. I love Newbury Street! Yay, I'm glad you had fun! It all looks wonderful. I just love the Back Bay. As for the Sassy Co-Worker - Ooooooh!
It is 1:53 am and I just laughed so hard at my "evil stepsister" Mrs G..she can spin a yarn...I cant even believe all those tales (they were all true tho w/ a slight bias...she is a kicka$$ DD and Ms C is like an Irish coleen in her Under 21 duds (Mrs G and me did find some shoes that fit but hurt..our heads are a wee bit big for the hats...so we left her (it probably wasnt this day) as we had many days on Newberry St...probably 4 out of 5...we did shop like there was no tomorrow while pinching our pennies as my man watched that Visa tracking me like a beagle..but on day 1, he did buy me a Mothers Day ring..a beautiful ring at a wonderful price...he can list them verbatim but smiles and laughs as he reads the G Block..he gets confused as he does not tweet, twitter, can text, like FB, emoticons, etc...he swears the Govt is tracking my purchases and I hope they are as I spend my money a wee bit slower than they spend theirs + I pay my taxes - well actually my man does that electronically...it's late but I wanted to tell all you Derfwads that it's almost all and 100% the truth..MrsG is a better story teller than I and I am a pretty darn good one but I yak w/ dog friends, walking friends ( I am doing an Arthritis Walk Race 5-12-2012..it is 3.1 miles and thanks to Mrs G and GaryW for your kind donations..if anyone else has a need to help me..I am on facebook...begging for the Rebound Orthopedic Neurosurgery Team...we are # 3 in money earnings...23 people on the team...still time to join/donate...we have 2 openings and a whooping $600.00....these are bz docs, nurses, pt, great hospital...so they can rock and I will beg...Seamus is asleep (he is my JRT) also donated as did his sister, Pearl the Wonder Dog...I still cant up/download my phone picture..have had 2 lessons at the Verizon store w/ my smart/dumb phone...I am still snapping & someday will achieve that lofty goal of being able to twitter, tweet, etc etc etc..I can do it now but my thrifty man (he also donated - I know his and the dogs visa #) says wait until aug 12th when I can get a whiz bang smart phone..I-whatever I can get for my trade in...now that's gonna be a red letter day....you can see that my url is my email which will connect me to you if you wish to pledge, cj jones is my FB moniker (GaryW became my friend approx 15 times today - damn those FB gremlins)...I told him yes 15 times...lol...I need to take my meds as I see that McDreamy Derm tomorrow....
Mrs G and Ms C....would you pls pls pls...send me some pictures via a format that keeps me and Boom from filching...Night yall...manana is gonna come way too quickly..gonna tiptoe down those 19 steep stairs and get a beverage, a sweet, some pills and possibly an evil puff on that 2nd cigarette of the day..I am a courteous smoker and dont stink nor approach anyone that doesnt when I am..I have a purse ashtray w/ a snuffer...I try not to Inhale...Night Gracie...Night Yall....cj jones aka MrsG's mom and Ms C's Mimi....xxoo,,we hug but not in a stalking way....<damn this blog site...my email isnt a url...> I am also not adept a HTML....
GaryW, oh GOSH, Mrs G's mom loves another Gary? Could it be?
I told you guys mrs G's mom is hilariously chatty and sassy :)
I'm agog at your mother's mad skills with shopkeepers--this trip sounds so wonderful--just what you needed, to bond with the generations and experience a great city.
It was so much fun to travel Newbury St. with you. I'm really kind of sad that Mrs. G's Mom couldn't take that picture tho.
Darla
There is a Lush on Newbery Street? *swoon* My husband and I graduated from BU lo these many years ago. I am really enjoying this trip down memory lane, Mrs. G.
This makes me want to move back to Boston SOOOO bad. I knew you would love it there!
Thank you for letting us live vicariously through you. Your trip sounds awesome, and I love your commentary - per usual.
Oh, bread pudding's one of my favorites. Especially with whiskey sauce. : )