In planning the trip to Fenway there was this random thought ping-ponging it's way inside my head the whole time I could never catch. Just some weird feeling that I was missing the big picture and there was something HUGE I was just not putting my finger on.2 minutes after booking my flight and bouncing down the stairs while hollering "Ang: I'm so excited! I just booked my trip to Boston in May", I figured out what it was. Turns out your wife of 15 years, while happy for you, is a tad miffed that you overcame your fear of flying to go to Boston and watch the Red Sox play with your friends when for the past 11 years you wouldn't even TALK about getting on a plane. Never mind you haven't overcome anything other than buying the ticket; I still think they'll have to push me on board in a wheelchair, but that's 4 months away. I'm convinced part of her thought the neurotic mess her husband is would never buy the ticket in the first place; the fact that I DID do it I consider progress, though I doubt she'd see it my way.
When I tried to explain to her that maybe it was seeing the Red Sox at Fenway was the first thing that could get me to try and get past my fear didn't go over well either. Shockingly, going on a romantic weekend with her should be more exciting than going to Boston. Realizing my HUGE error in judgement, I then pulled the one card I should have KNOWN better than to use.
"But I just need some time away from the kids by myself". Word to the wise? Don't EVER say this to a stay at home Mom whose last trip away was Gatlinburg, TN in 2006 with some friends that included approximately 4, 762 phone calls wanting to know when she was coming home. And those were just mine; I have no idea how many times the kids called her.
It was at this point in the discussion I realized I'd need an industrial strength bulldozer and some of my Grade A fertilizer to dig myself out of this, and proceeded to promise her anything I could think of. I'm pretty sure the words "Hawaii", "romantic weekend", and "I'll buy you a condo" were uttered but I won't swear to it. By this time, I'd have told her we could live on a yacht with 10 maids, a Nanny, and a full time chef just to end it.
After all the dust settled, it became apparent the following would happen....
I'm shipping up to Boston for a weekend in May to see the Red Sox.
I'll have an experience that I will never forget.
And I'll be paying for it for the rest of my life.
That's OK, though. 'Cause I get to go to Fenway.
I'd say I got the better end of the deal.
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somehow "nanana boo boo" seems apprpropriate :)
I am SO STOKED for you!!! I know after going you are going to be planning another trip with the kids once Trot is older and can appreciate the trip himself...and tell Angie is she doesn't want to go to a game while she's there...there's alot of nice shops down on Newbury Street and around Fanueill Hall that I KNOW she can find something she'd like...just give her your credit card :)
WOO HOOO Ted's going to Boston and Fenway!!
NO credit cards. We haven't charged anything in 5 months and are credit card debt FREE! However, she has a debit card and can go to town on the $35 dollars we have available. ;)
I'm stoked too, and really glad you'll be there to see it all. Little Teddy is going to Fenway: who'd a thunk it?
ok how in tarnation did you get your countdown to go at the TOP of your blog?? dangit
Hehe.
Just clicked on it and slid it over.
I. Iz. Smartz.
I. iz. smart too aleck
Did you figure it out?
::heads to Texas::
uhmm Boston is the other way
I meant I'd head to Texas to see if you'd figured it out, then...
Never mind.
I'm off to bed. Night, Tex. See you on the flip side.
Oh dear you've come down with a nasty illness and I don't believe there is a cure. It's called Foot and Mouth Disease and you have it bad bro!!!! Bummer!!
Edge, you have NO idea how bad he has foot in mouth disease. No idea...
Jr., I only have 2 comments for you:
1. I told you so
2. You are obsessed
Edge, Matties right. You have NO idea. Right now, I don't care: I'm going to Boston and I'll worry about how deep I'm in it later.
What do you mean "obsessed"? :)
Do you need some help finding some fine and elegant and very, very, very expensive jewellery stores in town? Did I EXPENSIVE? Oh and a years worth of flowers, a gym membership, a weekend at a Faith Conference of Ang's choice with her friends (you know so she can have some time to herself away from the kids), a night out on the town, a gift certificate to Nordstroms, a new van, a new serger, a year's worth of monthly massages (I know a good massage therapist I can recommend too), and I'm just getting started.
Edge, have you lost your mind? :)
I'm sure I'll be making it up to her for years and years to come. And that's OK; it'll all be worth it.
If you don't mind saying, I missed it on SG, when are you 'shipping up to Boston'? If you're not comfortable saying it on a public forum here, email me - it's in my profile.
Ted, you asked me if I have lost my mind. This from the person who said "I just want some time by myself away from the kids." Can you tell how funny I found that? I think they make movies about that sort of thing. They sell out!
Stephen, it's in May.
Edge, yeah, I know. Like Matt said I've got the foot in mouth disease pretty bad. I'm thinking about writing a book.
Ted, are you REALLY Ray Romano?
Ted, you are SO in trouble. The "I need some time away from the kids" comment has got to be in your all time top 3 dumbest remarks. :)
I'm thrilled you get to go to Fenway, but you should have given more thought to what you were going to tell Ang. You'll be making up for this one for years!
Becks, maybe the poor man's version. I honestly can't believe some of the stupid stuff I say sometimes.
Stacy, I know, I know. And it threw me when she said that. I really think she thought there was no way I'd get on a plane; still can't believe I actually bought the ticket myself.
Dude, you're like a box of Lucky Strikes: No filter.
I like that analogy, Mattie. But I do have a filter; it's just got a ton of holes in it.
ya dont worry. Im gonna give Ted a list of things to do, to buy, not to do....so he'll be out of the doghouse by the time trot is 30
Tex, no offense because I'm sure your ideas are great. This has all been tried before by other people. It's like an Intervention, only for idiotic husbands.
I'm just a moron; I've accepted it, I just wish everyone else would. ;)
fine. you can bring her home your pilot wings for a souvenir.
im SURE she'll like them :)
fine. you can bring her home your pilot wings for a souvenir.
im SURE she'll like them :)
No Tex, the pilot wings are for you. She's gonna get a lifetime of trips to make up for this one I'm getting to take.
Seriously, do you think they'll REALLY let me sit in the cockpit?
::crosses fingers::
if YOU get to get inside the cockpit...ill wear the dang pilot wings to a game. You will have to have proof...photo...
This sounds like a challenge.
I am in sales, you remember Tex. This could be interesting.
Ted. when's the last time you flew in a plane?? well i got news for ya. you better read all the fine print about what you can and cannot carry on...what you can and cannot do...two numbers have changed life
9 - 11
I know, Tex. I've been reading my list they gave me at Skybus when I booked. How you women get all your gels and aresols, etc.. in a ziplock bag I'll never know. I'm good.
One pair of underwear and 2 shirts is enough for 4 days, right? ;)
Trust me, I'm not getting wings. If I don't white knuckle the armrests the whole time It'll be a miracle.
i dont carry on luggage. And you can buy more shirts at the souvenir shop across from Fenway. I know you need more Red Sox shirts right?
Who DOESN'T need more Sox shirts?
a yankee fan?
Point taken.
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