This should be a pretty obvious thing not to do right?
So before I go into that let me start off with today.
Today started early around 830 am. Yes it was a sunday, yes it was 830 in the morning and yes we were awake. You are probably thinking, Who the eff does that, especially on a Sunday? Well apparently we do and it is not something that I would ever recommend.
Anyways, my husband decided to go to the shooting range with his father today. Instead of staying in my pajamas all day, which of course would have been so so nice, I decided to treat myself to an impromptu coffee and donut date in Boston. No friends, no beau, just Me Myself and I.
Google told me that The Thinking Cup on Tremont Street had the best coffee in all of Boston. So Like a knight on his steed heading to save the princess, I jumped into my car and headed into the city ready to take on the day.
Now, I have been to The Thinking Cup before (without realizing it) and immediately felt back at home. It was crowded, but not in the way that was over bearing and I was able to easily find a seat without fighting off to many people. (I did my 3 pound weights and my 20 squats before I left just in case.)
There I sat sipping my Bourbon Latte, eating my delicious apple cider donut (yes after I had had homemade maple glazed french toast) and drinking in all of the Sunday “chaos”. Hey calories don’t count on a sunday right?
After my latte and my donut, I decided to head to the park and soak up some sunshine, maybe get in a bit of people watching and hopefully break in my white suede shoes a bit.
Boy did I people watch. Like a predator watching her prey, but hopefully not as creepy, I sat on my park bench behind my dark sunglasses and watched. (Ok it does sound a bit creepy when put that way.) I watched as couples walked by holding hands, trying to feed as many squirrels as they could. I watched as parents took pictures of their kids in the piles of fallen leaves and then jumped into the leaves themselves and I watched as dogs wandered off without leashes, their owners blissfully unaware.
I sat there for a while, getting a nice november tan on my face and wondering about all the lives of all these people. I sat there until someone broke my tranquil state by sitting next to me..dude there are so many other benches that are not near mine! By that point my friend had texted me saying she was ready for our grown up picnic in the park.
Off I went to the next stop which was buying $40 worth of champagne, orange juice and wine for our picnic at Worlds End Park in Hingham. Yes there was only 2 of us and yes I spent $40 on it….some of it being $5.99 Andre as well. Can’t go wrong with Andre mimosas and wine!
Having never been to Worlds End, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Obviously it would be some kind of park, but was it really the World End like in Pirates of the Caribbean?
Sadly there were no pirate ships, no battles and the World didn’t come to an end( thankfully) but it turned out to be a park right next to the water, with fall foliage still on the leaves. Perfect for a picnic!
Blankets, sunglasses, book, alcohol and of course heels in tow, I started walking up the hill searching for the perfect picnic spot. This was no easy task and I will try to paint you a mental picture.
So I am lugging my more than my 3 pound weight bag, which was already throwing my balance off mind you, up a hill. My “hiking” shoes were not hiking shoes at all but were my white suede shoes, which I forgot to mention, have a 3 inch heel and fringe. Now there are woods, dirt and rocks all around me, clearly not suitable for someone who is clumsy on a normal day basis, let alone someone wearing 3 inch heels.
People around me are wearing their LuLu-Lemon Leggings and running sneakers and here I am literally teetering and wobbling on the dirt, like a baby, trying so hard not to break my ankle. Rocks are getting in my way, my bag is killing my shoulder and I have gone maybe 5 steps. Disaster?
Oh it gets much much worse. So I reach a bridge, with solid ground mind you, and to say I am relieved is an understatement. I am panting slightly, my feet hurt and sweat may be dripping down into some unmentionable places. I probably look and feel as though I have been lost in the woods for days. God I needed a glass of wine.
Anyways I keep trekking on, because the only way out is up…and up I went….right up another hill. At this point I can feel people staring and judging me. Here you have some girl walking, if that’s what you want to call it, up a rocky hill, carrying a huge bag, wearing HEELS.
Finally I step onto the grass, thinking it would be easier than the rocky ground and immediately I step into a hole in the ground covered by leaves. Of course there are people watching and of course I am making even more of a fool of myself. I have to laugh. Only I would hike up a hill in heels. Only I would fall in front of everyone, not because of my heels which is the ironic part, but because there was a hole. **Clearly not all holes are good holes.
Whatever. I made it up the hill, mostly intact, my friend finally came and we finally pulled out the Pinot noir. It was my beacon of hope and my reward for my miserable trek.
Blankets strewn, food in our stomachs, wine warming our blood, great conversation, sun setting and my boots (only with one little grass stain) resting still and silent next to me. Game of Thrones after a battle? No just the perfect way to end a perfect sunday!
Make sure to make it Grand and Secondhand!