Today I decided to finish up the Freedom Trail that I started last year. I opted to catch the subway (similar to Philly's but a hell of a lot cleaner) to the end of the line and start backwards since I already covered everything in the area I'm staying.
I started out at the Bunker Hill museum and monument. Nothing like climbing a 221 foot structure to make you realize how out of shape you are. By step #100 (marked) I was gasping. But I did it, and I got some pictures. I can basically describe it like climbing through the stairwell of a castle tower.
Next was the U.S.S. Constitution and its museum. Boy, I thought the Intrepid was short...I was almost crawling by the third deck. Then it was over the Charleston Bridge to Copp's Hill Cemetery, the Old North Church, and then on to the Paul Revere House.
Walking through the house I couldn't help but think how funny it was. I mean, here you have all of us who live somewhere, but a good percentage of our houses and stuff will never be saved or toured. Wonder if Paul ever thought his junk would be on display in a house he only lived in for a decade or two? Not everything in the house was originally his, though, but a good few pieces were.
I ended up back in Quincy Market to have lunch/dinner at Sam's Cafe. That was a bit of a mistake. Paid $11 for a burger and fries that were much smaller portions than Cheers proper. I was also gonna look for an ice cream parlor, but ended up finding one down the way from the cafe. Lucky break there.
I ended up dropping a lot of coin on souvenirs for people. I think I bought too many, gonna need to lay 'em all out and go through them. Decide who to give what. People might get multiple this time.
The only real bad part of the day was when I went on that online game I mentioned. The friend I made on there just got dumped by another friend she made because her boyfriend didn't like how close they were getting. So, in response, she went all emo and decided to withdraw entirely and keep things on the public forum, rather than us two just talking independently. Hoping she'll come to her senses in time, but at least THIS one wasn't my fault!
I also kinda hate my new jacket. The chest pockets are slightly higher and tighter than my old one. Man, I miss it. It was just so...me. I guess I hafta get used to it, eh?
Tomorrow: The Con!