Where on Where are you winter!

Where oh where is winter? I walk down the streets and expect to see scenes like below, but no. Instead I feel like I'm walking in through the streets of some where stuck in limbo between Fall and Winter.

[Photo re-posted from drunkliterature.com blog site]

After a long exhausting run around Wakefield's lake I receive a text message from my boyfriend.

Tylan: Are you coming to my softball game tonight?
Liz: Yeah! That was my plan!


My plan was enjoy my twisted teas while watching Tylan from the bench. Well that wasn't quite his plan. He then informs me:

Tylan: Great, because you are playing!
Liz: What? I don't play softball. I play soccer. ?!?!?!

For those of you who don't know me well, I am very blind. My depth perception is poor. And my hand eye coordination is slim to none. (How I can be a good raft guide, I don't know but I figured that one out.)

Once we arrive at the field, the team captain thanked and welcomed me to the team and handed me a jersey and glove. Now this is the good part... You know how any team jersey you have has your name on it? Well my was "floozie." At first I didn't know what that exactly meant. I laughed because it's a funny sounding word, right? Everyone else was laughing. My mind was going from slushies to clumsy to spacey. Oh the things that go through my head. Not until later did I actually find out it meant a "sexually loose female, slut." (Thanks UrbanDictionary.com) Haha. Nice one... thanks guys!


All four times I got up to bat I was counted as an out in some way (I hit the ball twice!). I even made it to first base ONCE, but was tagged out. (I think that's the correct softball lingo.) I almost even caught a pop fly! The best contribution I made was when played catcher. Tylan, who played pitcher, said I was distracting, I thought I was great! I even made friends with the umpire who told me about his son who recently went to Las Vegas and won a beer pong competition!

We ended up winning the game and I even got invited to come back and play during the play off next week! We shall see how that goes!

Here I come big city!

Will I love it? Will I hate it? Who knows... all I know is no matter what my feelings about living in the city will be different today then at the end of this.

I grew up on the Outer Banks of North Carolina in a small town called Duck. My experience with big cities has been small, and normally overwhelming but exciting. For the summer I have been living in a small town... (Now when I say small I really mean it with only around 100 year round residents)  called Caratunk located in north eastern Maine. So why am I all the sudden in Boston.... well for a boy of course!

So for my first story. Well Tylan, my boyfriend, wanted to welcome me to the city by taking me out for drinks and a lovely seafood dinner (always a favorite). Well this is where LESSON ONE of living in a big city comes into play:

If you plan a route and know it.... stick to it, don't listen to someones short cuts, or you may find yourself late, LOST, and overwhelmed. If all else fails, when you freeze up... have a smart phone guide your way!

I had all intentions of walking from North Station to the bar Drinks. (A wonderful bar where they make the BEST dark and stormy. They brew their own ginger beer and tonic water! A must try.) Well my boyfriend thought he might help me out and send me via the subway to south station where I would only have to walk about a block and half to the bar. Well, I got off the subway around 5:15 ish and thought I was close to the aquarium, so started to follow my pre-planned route to the bar which mostly included following the Bay Harbor Trail. (This is a great trail to go on a lovely walk with someone you love... that could be a dog or boyfriend!) Well I quickly realized I was suck on this trail and was probably walking either the wrong direction or way out of my way.  Eventually I passed the Gillett Shaving headquarters and started weaving through the streets of South Boston. 

At this time, I hear my phone vibrate with a concerned message from Tylan because what should've taken me 5 minutes was now taking me a good twenty plus and I was still no where to be seen. This is where I needed a good reboot. After a few minutes messing with my Google Map application on my Blackberry, I find a path to Congress Street.  After a 45 minute detour I finally meet my poor worried date at the bar. He just looks at me and grins... "Welcome to Boston."

So I got lost my first official night in Boston, but I learned the importance of following my route, or at least having a smart phone so it can locate you and send you in the right direction! They are a nifty device, one that never tells on you or makes fun of your silly round round about routes.