A big part of trip planning is buying the stuff you need for the trip, right? Sometimes that can be more complicated than you'd think...
On the rare days that Ben and I are both home from work, we like to have a little adventure. Well try to think of something new and fun to do. Sometimes this works and we end up skiing for the first time in 10 years. (We did pretty well, too!) Usually, we cant come up with anything because were boring. When this happens, we get on the train and go to Boston. There might be some talk of what well do when we get there, but we both know that its going to turn into an impromptu bar crawl. Were kind of famous for them now.
The weekend after Christmas was one of these times. So that is how we found ourselves walking around Faneuil Hall/Quincy Market on a Saturday afternoon.
We hadnt yet given up the idea of finding something to do and were still pretending that we werent just killing time till we could wander into a bar and get a beer. Wow. Written down like that makes it sound so
unhealthy. Lets just continue with the story
As we walked, we came across the Croc store. Ben loves his Crocs. He thinks they are the ugliest shoes in the world (and will tell that to anyone noticing hes wearing them- like if he says it first then they cant make fun of him for it) but they are so comfortable and useful that he loves em anyway. Ive been jealous of the Crocs since he got them. Now you might be thinking, So get some. But you also might be thinking, I bet shes going somewhere with this
and youd be right. I never got a pair because whenever I tried them on, my toe knuckles would hit the top of the shoe and it felt really weird. The rest of my foot fit fine, but those darn toe knuckles. So I wanted a pair, but they did not want me.
When we noticed there was a sale going on (buy one get one ½ off), we decided to check it out. I thought I might find a different style that was more compatible with my toe knuckles. Turns out, I was just trying on the wrong size. I went up a size and they were perfect! Problems with buying shoes are nothing new to me- I once went a year wearing size 9 ½ shoes because I thought that was my size. One day I tried on a pair of 8s and they fit. I thought my feet shrunk. All my other shoes had been too big. I have no explanation for it.
So I am the happiest kid in the Croc store as we buy my shoes. Ben got a pair of canvas Crocs that were very nice and wouldnt require an introduction of their own (Hi, Im Ben. Look at these shoes Im wearing- arent they ugly!) It would save time when meeting new people.
We left and found ourselves at a bar (didnt see that one coming!)
After a tasty Harpoon IPA, we moseyed on. We had the vague plan of getting dinner in the North End before catching a show at the Improv Asylum (I highly recommend this place- hysterical!) Each place we wondered, the bag with the Crocs went with us. We eventually ended up meeting some friends and scrapped our plans to hang out with them in Cambridge. But then it got late. As in, we were in Boston and it was 12:30am and we were relying on the T to get home. Boston is a fine city with many wonderful things to offer, but late night public transportation is not one of them. We needed a cab to get us to the closest train stop to save precious minutes. Our cabby was super nice and we chatted about his very quiet Toyota Prius cab before dashing out to catch the last train (literally- it turns out this was the last one!) home. As we get to the platform, I asked Ben if he had the Crocs. Nope. They made it with us all day long, but they did not catch the last train
This is us all happy before the whole Croc fiasco:
for the after picture, imagine us more tired and pretty bummed.
These pictures are courtesy of Ben's Christmas present- a new camera that we are in love with. It is tiny and goes with us almost every where.
And if there was still any question of whether Ben is a wonderful guy... He went back into Boston the next day to re-buy the Crocs! So I
do have Crocs of my very own now!
joining in 
