So I survived the road trip to Toronto (barely)....

After 12 hours in the car, three of which we were trapped in traffic on the QEW (Canadian highway) we finally made it to downtown Toronto where our Mapquest directions went haywire. Every street we were suppose to turn down was closed for some reason.

When we did finally make it to our hotel, it looked like something out of a Stephen King horror movie. The hotel looked like a 1970s apartment building from Revere Beach equipped with an intercom system in the room. At that point I was too hungry and too tired to cry. We headed to a Tex-Mex restaurant were I filled up on Coronas in order to stay at that dreadful hotel....The Grange.

Saturday's Sox game was at 1:07pm and we were up at 7am and out of the hotel by 8am roaming the lonely streets of Toronto looking for a Dunkin Donuts. We found a coffee shop and other Red Sox t-shirt wearing fans. At about 11am we headed to the Rogers Centre and found a swarm of Sox fans. Headed to Wayne Gretzky's bar down the street and chatted up some British Sox fans.

It was an awesome day for a baseball game. Warm weather and clear blue skies. And the Sox won Friday night's game so we off to a great start. The stadium was great (but no Fenway Park). Our seats were great, nothing we could have ever gotten at Fenway for the price we paid. Although 16 ounce beers were $9.25.

Our road trip was cursed from the traffic jams getting there, the horrible hotel and of course, the Sox lost the only game we had tickets to; its was a 3-6 loss to the Blue Jays. And then there was the highway closure. A major highway equivalent to 128/95 being closed for an ENTIRE WEEKEND. What? Who does that? Apparently Canadians. Toronto decided to close down the QEW that exact weekend we were in town. It was closed from midnight on Friday until 5am on Monday morning - - well too bad we were leaving Sunday morning and had no idea what other highway to take to get out of that city.

After the Sox game we headed back to Wayne Gretzky's bar. And did I mention the hotel was dreadful? So of course I had to load up on Coronas Saturday night to head back to The Grange. So by 7am Sunday morning we were back on the road looking for a highway out of Toronto and back to Massachusetts. Next time I'm flying and staying at the Ritz.

At least the Sox won Sunday!

Help is on the way, but why bother saying Thank You

A blind man fell down the steps exiting the train the other day and no this isn't the start of a joke, I wish it was. But I had to pick him up; the guy was dead weight. Absolutely no help to himself. As he went crashing down the stairs a few people ran over to help, one of them even happened to be another man. But do you think he could have lifted him, NO. So, being the Good Samaritan, that I wish I wasn't I went down to the ground, bent my knees and lifted the blind man. I thought I was helping when I realized I was actually doing it all on my own while still holding my pocketbook. As I lifted him I ended up falling myself (which was pretty funny if you could have seen the look on my face I know I was making as I went crashing down).

After I lifted the blind man, with no help to himself or the other man; I didn't even get a freakin' "Thank You."

Ever spend 8 hours straight in a car with your loved one? How about 9 or even 10 hours?

Well.. I have and its not always fun.

Two years ago my boyfriend and I drove to Baltimore from Boston for a weekend for a Sox game and we swore we would never do that again. Mapquest said 8 hours, it took us 10 to get there and 9 to get home. It was sooooo long and the car ride was uncomfortable. We rented some little plastic Kia and sat in NYC traffic in the same spot for two hours! On the way home I bought an atlas so we could map out an alternate route to avoid NYC and its congestion. It took us 60 miles longer but we saved an hour, go figure!

So now, two years later, two years wiser and two years more together we are venturing out of state for another Sox game. This time to CANADA! We're heading to Toronto which is a lovely 9 hours away, that's right, no typo 9 hours! What are we thinking? The cost of airfare and hotel was over $1,000 EACH...that's why we chose to try and have another ROAD TRIP.

Hopefully I will make it and blog about our adventures next week....

Future Runaway Bride

MARRIAGE!! EEKKK!

I know my friends and I are in the age and life stage to be getting hitched, but does EVERYONE I know have to be getting married within the next couple of years.

It makes me and my lack of desire to do so feel out of place. The thought of sharing a bank account and running life-changing decisions by someone else gives me anxiety worse then when I was in grad school full-time trying to work full-time.

Am I immature to not want to get married anytime soon or if ever? Am I destined to become a cat-lady? My boyfriend doesn't think so, ha ha poor guy. You can tell he wants to tie the knot and I would rather fly solo and be irresponsible forever. With all my friends settling down it's only a matter of time before they'll be discussing family issues and kids, when I will be wanting to talk about the wild weekend I had in San Fran.