Yesterday we moved out of our apartment at 4 Emerson Place and all this week we have been saying various goodbyes to the friends that have made our stay in Boston so special.
On Tuesday Katie rounded up the original Isis mom-crew and we took our babies for a slap-up lunch at the Cheesecake Factory. First of all I have to point out that the Cheesecake Factory is my most favourite chain restaurant in the US. Its menu is, like, around 30 pages long. Seriously! But for some reason I always have the cobb salad (lunch size, and even then there's enough left over for a decent meal in the evening too). Secondly, it was totally amazing to see the babies that a few months ago could barely hold their heads up sitting in high chairs and drinking from sippy cups! Sniff, I have a lump in my throat just thinking about it....
Thank you wicked awesome Isis moms for being my buddies, and a particularly big thank you to Katie for organising the lunch for me and, more importantly, being such a good friend to me whilst I've been in Boston.
On Thursday it was Eamon's last day at work. To celebrate we went to the Equity Residential Annual Margarita Party with the neighbourinhos, Chris, Jessica and wee Amelia. My experience to date with margaritas is limited and my only observation would be that they taste a lot like seawater. Those served out of margarita fountains (!) at the party were not much different. The food was pretty good though, it's just a shame that despite being held at the pool we weren't allowed in the pool to cool down after all those jalapeno peppers. Well, you know how all those doctors can be after a few margaritas, they can go ker-azy!
Two drunk mommies (at this point I am past caring
whether I am sucking my stomach in for photos)
On Friday, our last night in apartment 1014, Bill and Helen came over and we went out for a boozy dinner whilst Eve and Zoë stayed at home under Bridget's watchful eye.
Helen has beaten me to the punch by blogging about the evening first so I won't add to what she has so eloquently written, suffice to say that the next morning we were not in the tipmost-toppermost form to be sorting out the remainder of our possessions before hitting the road to start our vacation (as you can probably surmise from the photos above, there were a few sore heads the next day).
Zoë finally says goodbye to that crappy swing, now on sale at the Salvation Army on Mass Ave
When we arrived in Boston at the end of February we had two suitcases each. Going on holiday yesterday we managed to fill a Chevy HHR, Helen and Bill very kindly took away a people carrier worth of our stuff, we had four boxes shipped back to London and Eamon and Chris took a car load of gear to the charity shop. That's an awesome volume of THINGS* to have accumulated in just six months.
So, in conclusion, when we leave Boston we'll be leaving behind a huge bunch of stuff but, more importantly, a great bunch of friends. Sniff sniff, that lump in my throat's come back......
* Or TUT as it's known in our house.
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