Spruill's in Beantown

Well, against our wishes, we have returned from Boston. Here's the story of our trip.

To save money, we flew out of Tulsa and into Providence, RI. The flying out of Tulsa was easy, because our friends Chris and Cory live there so they took us to the airport. Providence was another story. We landed in Providence, then took a city bus to the Dowtown bus terminal. On the bus ride, we met a character who we now lovingly call "Bleeding Gums." An apt name because the entire time we spent with him, his teeth became redder and redder. We then wait at the bus terminal for a Bonanza Bus (which is a company like Greyhound) where we picked up a bus to Boston. That bus took us to Boston's South Station with short stops in Pawtucket and Foxboro. When we reached South Station, we went down a flight a steps, up a flight of steps, down a flight of steps, then down another flight of steps and stepped onto the Subway. On the Subway we took the red Line to Park Street then the green line to Lechmere, where Eric (my uncle) picked us up.

After a trip to the Pals Club of Newbury Street (a club that Eric is a member of, which consists of two tables a T.V. and a fridge full of cheep beer) where I had a Corona a listened to each of Erics friends come in one at a time and say, "You should take the Duck Tour," all of which is actually pronounced, "Yoo shud tayke theh duck touh," we finally got to Eric's home in Belmont. If your're keeping track, that was planes, trains and automobiles all in one day. Tulsa to Cincinnati to Providence to Pawtucket to Foxboro to Boston to Cambridge to Belmont.

Our first full day in Boston, we spent the day in the Back Bay, mostly in Fenway Park where we took a tour then got to got go to a game, where Eric (who I think may have mafia ties) got us great tickets on the third base line. It was like visiting Mecca. It's hard to describe Fenway Park to non-baseball fans. It's so gritty and yet so beautiful. It's a tiny park as far as major league parks go, completely surrounded on all sides by city streets. The atmosphere is crazy. It's so loud and everyone's packed in so tight. I stood feet from Manny Ramirez, David Ortiz and Pedro Martinez who was visiting now with the Mets. I also saw my childhood hero Wade Boggs, who was on the '86 team, the first year that I was a Sox fan.

We spent the rest of the week visiting pubs, museums and historic sights. I'm not much of a beer drinker but there's nothing like drinking a Sam Adams Boston Lager in Boston, while a Sox game plays on T.V. with your fish and chips in front of you and your cute waitress with her Irish Accent taking your order. I fell in love with all my Irish waitresses. And that's okay because Charissa is in love with Sox outfielder Coco Crisp.

We even got to spend time with our college friend Angie who is doing her residency in Hartford and came up to spend a day.

There is plenty to say but this has gotten way too long, so I'll stop writing now. Make sure to see our pictures from the trip.