#frickaaa

The New Bedford Whaling Museum, finally meeting @currer-ellis-acton‘s mumsie (despite being wicked nervous tbh), lobster rolls, our new BFF Wilfred the taxidermy seal, and hate watching Fuller House. (We couldn’t make it past one episode, but at least we suffered together.)

Snacks the marshmallow cat, even though she was an asshole and stole my water.

Long conversations about why most people are horrible.

Revisiting Cambridge, spending way too much time in Newbury Comics, CUPCAKES, new books, discovering the delicious chicken salad that lives at Al’s (even if our hands froze as we ate it on the steps in front of the Harvard chapel), and buying friendship teddy bears. They’re named Fitz and Markie Bear because we’re awesome, mature 20somethings.

Finally going to the JFK Library! Jackie’s handwritten notes are hilarious, and were definitely my favorite part. It was also amazing to watch all the footage from JFK’s debates and addresses, and the harbor views were great.

Snarking Picasso at the MFA (sorry Picasso), being starstruck by Van Gogh, and discovering how wonderful John Singer Sargent is. (I am generally not an art person, okay.) Also, establishing head canon about the Lord Byron bust. Don’t ask.

All of our “shady crews” at the aquarium. The creepy sea dragons. The frogfish. The poisonous frogs. The sea lions that really, really did not like each other.

Gorgeous, relaxing jellyfish and adorable turtles.

Eating delicious cupcakes from Georgetown Cupcake on a bench near George Washington’s statue in the Public Garden, as a belated birthday celebration for the pride of Mt. Vernon.

Cannolis and champagne cookies from Mike’s, and overpriced (but amazing) chocolate covered strawberries from Modern.

The hilarity that is Primark--like, I don’t even know how to describe our experience there because I feel like everyone will think I’m making it up. The groups of people in business suits. (”And over here, for example, we have $16 jackets! Any more questions on this floor?”) However, despite feeling like we were in a fish bowl, we got some excellent deals. I got a $16 faux leather jacket, a $5 sweatshirt, and $3 unicorn earbuds.

Finally meeting @thenoblestar!!!! (the only reason you’re this far down is because I was attempting to go in order.) Who is sweet and amazing (even if her lack of a Ravenclaw scarf was disappointing) and didn’t hate us for being ~40 minutes late. <3 We rambled about the Marauders in person, ranted about Snape apologists, and had a run-in with a guy who was convinced she had a pet dog in her purse, snapped at me about this, then was “oh sorry, it’s just that someone brought a live squirrel in the other day, and it was dancing on the counters.” Right.

Revisiting the Isabella Stewart Gardner and seeing the new plants in the courtyard, making fun of Whistler (sorry, but his Nocturnes look like chalkboards in gold frames), and coveting everything in the gift shop from macaroon jewelry cases to an illustrated biography of Virginia Woolf.

The Harvard Museum of Natural History! My favorite part was the insect room, and @currer-ellis-acton‘s was the rocks. I thought all the taxidermy would be my favorite, but it just made me sad.

Giggling about eel sauce and avocado salad at midnight, and then texting my sister about eel sauce. Again, we are awesome.

$7 dinners at TGIF!

Many, many inside jokes about Tabitha from Neko Atsume, and dying every time she appeared in one of our yards.

Spending Wednesday (which was gorgeous) on the swings at the Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy Greenway: rambling, watching the dudebros play Frisbee, and flipping through Washington’s Rules of Civility. (We also did the Freedom Trail that day--or part of it, because we were dormouses and ended up splitting it into two days.)

Developing the term ‘dormouse.’

Dying at ridiculous Take That videos--in particular, one that involved all of them dressed as clowns and riding unicycles. (Or, in Gary’s case, a tricycle.)

Several iced cookie dough coffees from Dunkin.

Champagne cobblers from the Omni Parker, then possibly accidentally summoning a Lyft to a Margaritaville in CT--which was promptly canceled. But the fact is that someone actually responded to that insane request. (Sorry, Charlotte, but this will forever kill me. I am dying right now.)

Just generally being ridiculous and feeling like nothing is off limits.

ETA: Our belated Galentine’s Day celebration at Max Brenner’s, and delicious crepes. HOW DID I LEAVE THIS OUT.

Bonus worst moment: getting yelled at by a random, grumpy lady at the Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy Greenway because we were not utilizing the swings properly! We stopped swinging for all of (maybe) two minutes and she came over to snap, “this is a swing! if you’re not going to swing, there’s a bench right there!” She said this over and over, as we pointedly ignored her, because clearly something crawled up her ass and died.