Last Wednesday, I left on a five day excursion for a little well earned R&R. Most people (wisely) go south for such Spring Break-esque getaways, but me? I went north to Boston - this breathtaking picture was taken the day after I got there. But there was a method to my madness, it being the week before St. Patrick's Day and me being 12.5% Irish, I saw some great old friends, took in some local culture and followed the perfect vacation pattern of eat, drink, sleep, eat, drink, sleep, eat drink, sleep. Not being 23 anymore, this has left me exhausted.
I did get to snap this photo Saturday afternoon after I dropped off a friend at the airport:
I have driven by this sign a million times but only on a traffic free March afternoon did I get to finally capture it on my camera phone. This has always been a dream of mine. I think I need to dream bigger.
I did not stay for the actual amateur night of St. Patrick's Day because, much like Mardi Gras or New Year's Eve, it only brings out the idiots, the tourists, and the people who cannot hold their liquor and then get behind the wheel of their car. No thanks. I got home Sunday night to a pile of mail stuffed in the box, the most exciting of which was a cardboard flat from Topps:
I assume this is from their new fulfillment center since I have never gotten one like this.
Inside was a nice treat:
I had gone on a little eBay Triple Thread shopping spree back in January and one of the things I picked up was a redemption for this card. Nice that it only took them two months and not over a year like last time. With the season fast approaching, it looks like Zack Wheeler here is going to be a key piece that needs to fall into place if the Mets can even hope to contend. When I am feeling up to it, I will expand on my whole array of feelings regarding the Mets up coming season. I will also show you all the goodies I picked up in Boston. For now, I just need to lay here very still and rest. My goodness, I am old.