We went to Boston for the weekend. I’m not entirely sure how this came about. It was ostensibly a birthday gift for John, although his birthday was last July, and I recall buying him a bunch of clothes, and then taking him, the boys AND the girlfriends out for dinner. The Boston family trip was Aidan’s idea. There was a seat sale, and he and Ronan chipped in to pay for John’s ticket, leaving me to pay for THEIR tickets, as well as my own, the hotel, the restaurants and everything else. Well played, Aidan. Well played.

 

It was, in fact, a glorious weekend, in every sense. I can’t recall more perfect October weather: crisp and sunny, with deep blue skies and nary a cloud, the trees just beginning to turn. We stayed at an airbnb in South End, and we walked everywhere. We went to Cambridge to visit Harvard, and literally stumbled upon the Head of the Charles Regatta, the world’s largest rowing event, which would explain the crowds, the excitement, and the high number of seriously ripped athletes (over 11,000, and I just thought people in Cambridge were deeply attractive.)

 

All my men went to Harvard

 

We also walked along the Freedom Trail, from Paul Revere’s house to the USS Constitution. I could not stop humming George Michael, and had to be told repeatedly not to talk in my bad Boston accent (“I just love the AHKITEKCHA!”) As it happened, my niece was in Boston visiting her boyfriend, who moved there for business, so we all got together for dinner, and then went out to an improv club. It was a wicked potty (STOP it, Mom!)

 

At the cahmedy club

 

Amusingly, Ronan, who is a week shy of 19, could not legally drink in Massachusetts, where you have to be 21. He does have fake ID, but it’s his brother’s, with whom he was of course travelling. Somehow, he managed to get away with it. If someone were to have taken a closer look, they would have deduced that that we had twin boys, both named Aidan.

 

We went to Fenway on Sunday, had cocktails at the top of the Prudential Center, and basically ticked off all the Boston boxes. The best part of the trip was just being together, walking, talking, eating, laughing, and arguing. We enacted entire scenes from Good Will Hunting and The Town. Grownup families don’t often have a chance just to hang. At home, we all have jobs, or school, and different schedules. I know as the kids grow up and on, we will be joined by partners and grandchildren (yikes), and I look forward to that, but in the mean time, it was really good to reconnect as the four of us. Next time, it’ll be a whole notha potty (MOM!).

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