What follows is an oral history of that weekend.
Friday
C: I really did not want to go to Boston with Mom and Dad. I wanted to play Fortnite in my dungeon lair (our basement) and tell my head set buddies how awful they are at the game. I am Massachusetts Ninja.
G: I really didn't want to go to Boston with Mom and Dad. I want to play Fortnite in my office lair. I want to stare at the TV from one foot away and tell my headset buddies how good I am.
DLG: I wanted to go to Boston because I like hotels. Wait, I have to sleep on the floor again? Forget it, I just wanted to stay home and play on my iPad. I hate sleeping on the floor.
Me: I thought...Hell, if we can we get burgers and beers and leave the kids in the room alone on Friday night, I'm in, I guess.
Jen: I just wanted to have all 5 of us do something fun. I didn't think everyone would be complaining.
After lunch at Tony C's and a walk to the Faneuil Hall/Aquarium area we were already starting to get tired.
G: My feet were killing me.
Me: My feet were killing me, but I put on a brave face. Also the sunset was pretty cool.
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C: This sucked. I was bored out of my mind.
DLG: It was OK, although Mom and Dad did not want to buy me anything. They kept saying no. Stuffed animals - no. Fancy pens and other art pieces, no. Clothes - no.
After dropping them off in the room, Jen and I proceeded to hit the Town. Going to a couple of bars and then out to eat at a Mexican restaurant that featured meth head customers and a clear drug dealer as a food runner. Food was good. We retired for the night around Midnight.
Saturday
G: I had trouble sleeping since Jen and I were sharing a twin bed. DLG was on the floor next to me, C was on a pull out and G had the other small bed. I chose to walk around and get a Starbucks.
Eventually, everyone got their acts together and we made another trek to downtown. This was an even farther walk, going to lunch int eh North End.
DLG: I didn't like pizza, so I got spaghetti.
C: I got pizza because I'm pickier than an 80 year old man.
G: I got pizza because I couldn't decide. But my feet hurt again.
We then made the brave decision to go back to Southie and go bowling.
Jen: My foot hurt so I thought a good idea would be to take us all bowling. No activity soothes feet like the stopping and starting of bowling in bowling shoes that are always 2 sizes too small.
C: I'm the best bowler in the family. It doesn't matter what our scores are.
G: I'll go bowling but can we get an Uber back?
Me: I would rather walk back. Maybe they will forget about bowling. Also, the peace and quiet of the solo walk back (the boys' bickering was driving me crazy)
DLG: I decided to walk back with Dad. He seemed sad that we were all going to Uber back to the bowling alley.
C: Even though I was throwing gutter ball after gutter ball, my speed was off the charts. Yeah it was an 8 pound ball, but it was flying!
Me: My shoulder was going to be killing me after this.
Jen: Ha! I had no intention of bowling, I just wanted to have a glass of wine without anyone bothering me to leave for an hour.
G: I just wanted to rest. I thought that maybe bowling with two hands would make things easier. They didn't. No one noticed that I almost fell over a couple of times.
C: At least I wasn't falling over throwing the ball.
After a couple of minutes at the Park on D, we then headed home. Everyone got what they wanted at that point.
C: Fortnite
G: Fortnite and a chair
DLG: Home to my bed.
Jen: Home to the couch.
Me: I guess I'll do the laundry, dishes and lawn.
