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Boston and New York. Reliving the dream.

brittanySo, this is what happened.

Eight of my best friends.  An open bar.  The newest techie gadgets.  Lobster ravioli.  The most fantastic people on the planet.  Open bar.  Swag bags.  Trains.  Planes.  Taxis.   Super Secret Pizza Parties.  Open bar.   Hello Kitty rainboots.  Pictures and videos that can never EVER hit the interwebs.   Laptop and printer giveaways.  An open bar.

Am I forgetting something?

Probably.

My ears are still all poppy from the plane, and it inhibits me from focusing on anything besides OMG MY EARS ARE BROKEN AND MY BRAIN IS DYING.

But, besides that, I can say, with absolute authority, our time in Boston and New York City were beyond compare.   The things we saw, the people we met?  Life changing.

And now?  We are all, OMG, we simply must do it again, let’s get a giant bus, and tour the country, and hang out with all our bloggy friends, and give away amazing gifts, and make ourselves laugh, and eat lobster ravioli, with our open bar, and oh, I don’t know, end the war and institute a working health care system because, yeah, we are fucking brilliant

So anyways, until that happens, we just wanted to thank you all again, for letting us hang out with you in your amazing cities, it was legendary.

Don’t believe us?

We have photographic evidence!

Plus, we aren’t the only ones talking about it, see what some of our newest best friends have to say about it!

Momisodes

Twitarded

Arbitrary Babble

The Drafts Folder

jen + tommy

My Messy Paradise

Pop Discourse

The Wannabe WAHM

The Other Boufs

…Just Over The River

The Fence

New England Through Yummy Mommy’s Eyes

Spawnocalypse

P.S. Did you come chill with us in Boston or NYC and then blog about it?  Leave us a comment, so we can add it to our post!

About Barefoot Foodie

In an effort to take my underachievement to a whole new level, I decided to extend my quarter life crisis and love of four letter words, social paranoia, low cut shirts, crap tv, and oversharing to this gem of a site, so I can be with “my peeps,” and keep things, you know, like, “real.”

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