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This past weekend I took an extended vacation to Boston, Mass where I lived the Bostonian high life.

I sipped a glorious cup of clam chowda at the historic Union Oyster House, freed my inner inhibitions along the Freedom Trail, took in some wicked aht at the Boston Museum of Fine Ahts, had a few cocktails at the Cask n' Flagon across the street from Fenway Pahk during the third Yankee/Sox game, explored Harvard Yahd... and I shawpped. I promise you guys, I shawpped 'til I drawpped.

Thanks to the shawpping savvy and guidance of my bestest childhood friend from Junyah High, I took to the cobblestone streets and explored all of the retail haunts this fine New England town had to ahffer. Armed with a Charlie Card and a diminishing line of credit, she showed me everything it took to experience life as a true Bostonista.

Beantown virgin that I was, I had always heard about how great the shawpping in Boston was, but it meant nothing until I was actually there. From the adorably hip fashion boutiques like Mint Julep to the coolest consignment shops ever like The Closet where I scored a brown suede bucket bag from France and my pal scored herself a pair of Premium Denim jeans, sweet tops and a posh belt that she treated me to that I will wear with everything.

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I had a torrid love affair with Newbury Street, 8 blocks of shawps that reminded me of SoHo, with a mixture of vintage stores, staples like JCrew, Urban and Anthropologie, one-of-a-kind boutiques and a little Chanel, Nanette Lepore, Burberry, Marc Jacobs and Gretta Luxe sprinkled in for good measure. Of cawse I visited my beloved H&M (two of 'em) and enjoyed more than a few fashion bahgains.

I want to go back to Boston. I want to go back to Boston more than the boys in Southie want the Sox to win the World Series. One day I hope to walk down Newbury Street and have all of the shawp owners call out "Hey Sam", like the patrons of the Bull & Finch Pub that Cheers was modeled after, because sometimes you want to shawp where everybody knows your name.

Thanks for the memories Boston. I'll be back.

I prawmise.

Comments (1)


I am wicked jealous that you got to go to union oyster house. I love their clam chowdah.

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