from new york, i took a megabus to boston. (i love megabus!) they had seat plugs and wi-fi, plus little foot rests in front of my seat which was nice. now call me crazy, but i actually enjoy the five-hour bus ride from ny to boston. i think it's kinda fun. i just throw my headphones on, listen to my music, and stare out the window the whole time. and i love it.
for the first half of the drive, it was freezing cold in the bus. i felt like i was in an icebox, as i'm sure everyone else did, but no one said anything. we were all just shivering through it. i had my tshirt that was tied around my waist earlier draped over me trying to stay warm, but it wasn't doing much. anyway, we stopped at a gas station to take a break and right before we got back on the road, i saw our bus driver, a short little guy, marching down the aisle shouting, "now someone just informed that y'all are cold back here. is this true?" still no one said anything, but most people were sorta laughing. so he goes, "well for crying out loud, speak up. i don't want y'all freezing back here. i want ya guys to be comfortable and enjoy ya ride. there's no need for y'all to be scared of your bus driver. my name's joe and if ya need something, come talk to me." i was dying. he was the cutest and funniest little guy.
i got into boston pretty late. luckily, the bus station wasn't too far from my hotel. once i got checked in and up to my room, i was so weirded out by the fact that i was in my room by myself. (i was also kinda homesick too) it didn't really hit me until i walked through the door. and i don't even know why i was so weirded out by this! i'd never stayed in a hotel room completely by myself before, so this trip was the first time. and it's really not that weird of a thing. people do it all the time, but for some reason, i did not like it. haha i just hate being alone, i guess. however, some things were nice, like having the bathroom to myself, and sprawling out on the bed, and putting my stuff wherever, and watching tv until whenever. and the mornings weren't bad. it was just at night that i really hated it. i got the worst sleep ever that entire week, which is weird because i normally sleep like a rock. (as i'm typing this, i'm realizing it's probably because i slept with the lights on every night...yeaaaah i don't like the dark and i especially don't like the dark when i'm all by my lonesome) and aside from my strong hate of being alone, i HATE sleeping alone even more, so every night i would fall asleep face timing beej.
since it was late, and i was starving, and no places were open, and i couldn't fall asleep, i ordered a pizza. this was at like 1:30am, so i ate my pizza and watched tv until about 3:00am, hoping i would fall asleep sooner. i thought i had to wake up early the next morning, so i set my alarm at 6:30am, only to find out when i woke up that the only thing scheduled on the conference itinerary was a keynote speaker later in the evening and that was it. so i went back to bed and slept in.
and since the only thing on tuesday's itinerary was a keynote speaker that night, rebecca (another copywriter) and i spent tuesday roaming boston. we grabbed lunch at a place called back deck which was okay. and i only say okay because my corn was actually really good, but my salmon salad sucked bad. like really bad. i hate when that happens!
after lunch we headed to newbury street, where we made a pit stop for georgetown cupcakes (sprinkles is a MILLION times better though, in my opinion).
we spent the majority of the day shopping hard and walking harder. i swear we walked into every store. (i also don't know why i wore jeans because it was so hot and muggy.) when we were ready for dinner, i yelped nearby italian places and we decided on giacomo's. i got a caesar salad (per usual) and the lobster ravioli! it was duh-freaking-licious. lobster and pasta is a good combo.
wednesday was the first full day of classes. when we showed up to the first class, it had already been maxxed out, so they weren't allowing any more people in. and it was like that for most of the classes. we showed up to our next one 45 minutes early just to get in line. it was kind of ridiculous.
the conference had food trucks come every day for lunch. the first day i got these fried mac 'n cheese bites with a BLT. really good, but also really heavy.
i was so excited for thursday's schedule. aziz ansari was a keynote speaker in the morning. he talked about his new book and the challenges of modern-day dating, which was hilarious. sophia amoruso from nastygal was also a speaker that day, but sadly, we didn't make it to her keynote. and later that night, amy schumer performed, which we almost debated not going to but we went anyway because somehow i was one of the first thirty people to use a promo code and get in to her meet & greet afterwards. and she was actually so funny. i usually hate stand up comedy. like, HATE it. but i'll admit, i thought she was pretty good. both rebecca and i were genuinely cracking up at her jokes. so i was pretty stoked to meet her afterwards. but when the show was over and i went to the designated area that was in the email, there was no one there. i was thinking, well this is super weird. so i asked a guy if i was in the right place, and he went and got the girl in charge, who was like "i'm so sorry! we sent you an email informing you there was a time change. we changed it from 8:30 to 7:00. sorry." i was nice about it because it wasn't her fault, but secretly i was freaking pissed. haha (i went back and checked and they'd sent the email an HOUR before the new time...like what...how would i have seen that in time?!) i guess i shouldn't have been surprised. all week class times and class topics were being changed or cancelled, which was something that was a little frustrating for us the whole week. but we dealt with it and still got to attend a ton of really awesome and beneficial classes. (also worth noting, rebecca and i were in a class one day and the girl next to us totally shh-ed us. don't you love when that happens?)
i'm sort of embarassed to admit this, but rebecca and i ate at the cheesecake factory three days in a row. one night we sat there and talked for four hours. and every time we ordered cheesecake. we even had the same waiter two out of the three days. and i know there were probably a million other places we could have eaten at there were unique to boston, but we were both down for it every day so we just kept going back. it sort of became our routine. when our classes were over, we'd just head to cheesecake to grab a bite to eat.