Ben's Blog: Day 20 (July 4)
Today is Boston day. We woke up early (early for me, anyways). I slept moderately well. Despite the company of the rats, and the small child that came downstairs at two in the morning asking for mommy, I got more sleep than usual. Just a note for future reference. Cheap plastic shower curtains have a natural tendency to move towards you, due to static cling. It's kind of obnoxious, much like a lost puppy. (Not that lost puppies are annoying, just that they drift towards you, and won't go away.)
The countryside was quite lavish. Lots of old, expensive houses. Pretty cool, but way too pricey. The usual mundane drive ensued, involving the average fights over electronics that so often accompany us.
We spent the day in Boston with our cousin Jenny. She's quite the tolerant person. A person of lesser patience would have probably thrown Kimberly out of the speeding vehicle. Or at least dropped her in the water.
Kimberly has reached the "I'm-no-longer-tired-I'm-just-trying-my-best-to-tick-you-off-as-much-as-is-physicallly-possible-without-you-putting-me-up-for-adoption" stage. It's very tiring. My sanity levels have reached new lows. I'm bound to snap one of these days, and go completely 'round the bend.
Boston was really cool though, despite the five-year old. We saw several amazing places, including a pond which I cannot for the life of me remember the name of. It was really more of a lake, come to think of it.
After the pond (my father now tells me it was called "Walden Pond") we went to Kimball Farms and got Ice Cream. I wish I'd gotten a picture of the banana split me and my brothers split (haha, bad pun), because it was ENORMOUS. Seriously, the three of us couldn't finish it... Probably because Chris and Jonathan ate less due to the bananas and strawberries. The ice cream was simply delicious (when is ice cream not delicious?). After Kimball's we headed off to a barbecue for dinner, and then got in place for the firework show.
The fireworks were, quite undoubtedly, one of the most amazing spectacles I have ever laid eyes on. Forgive my use of caps lock, BUT IT WAS FREAKING GORGEOUS!!!! Really, I can't think of a better word than gorgeous... Maybe supercalifragilisticexpiallidocious. (Hah. That word is in the Autocorrect dictionary. And I spelled it right. Double win.) It was kind of cool, because there was like two acts to the whole thing... Everyone thought it had ended... And then came the second round. And the rain! I almost forgot about the rain.
Up until the show, there had been lightning flashing in the distance... Halfway through the fireworks show, as previously mentioned, the storm that had been threatening all evening set in. It was beautiful. Pouring rain, dripping from the sky, and swirling torrentially all around, while billowing blossoms of light boomed across the water. I smiled, I laughed, I almost cried even. It was poetry... Honestly, it was one of the first times I felt perfectly happy and content since the trip has started. I just stood out in the rain, soaking every moment of it in. Literally. Definitely an experience that will stay with me for a long time.
Unfortunately, Chris made us leave prematurely, because he was wet, and as we all know, everything is about Chris. So, I missed the finale, because it happened right as a tree blocked my view on the way back. Jonathan caught a stray parachute from a firework. He was pretty thrilled about that. And then, it was a long, wet wait in a parking garage for millions of people to get out, so that we could get out. Lots of honking involved, though surprisingly not on Dad's part. I think the show and the rain mellowed him out some, because he just sat in our parking spot for a while, not upset in the slightest. After all, we weren't going anywhere. We sat for so long that my clothes more or less dried out... Whoa. That's a long paragraph.
Long story short, we got to our cousin Jenny's fiancé's apartment where we would be spending the night, long after Kimberly and Jonathan had fallen asleep. And there we more or less collapsed.
-Boston, Massachusetts,
Ben
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