in closing…

• american girls can talk football like canadian girls can talk hockey.
• vermont may be for lovers but it certainly isn’t for me.
• east coast boys are killing west coast boys in the way they pour their drinks, tell a story and treat women.
• east coast coffee is amazing. seriously.
• there are the people you will meet that will become little more than strangers who know your name. there are the people you will meet who will go miles out of their way to make you feel at home on a national holiday that doesn’t apply to their country. they will do this with offers of turkey sandwiches and brooklyn rock bands.
• your heartstrings will snap at 13 days or 6000 miles. this theory has been tested and proven.
• the nfl is a bit absurd on the best of days. it is especially absurd in the snow.
• i am an east coast girl trapped in a west coast postal code.
• i love miller high life.
• makahs maahk is fine. bookers will change your life. for the better.
• they shoot peppermint schnapps in nantucket. it’s weird, but you’ll wind up doing it anyways.
• if you say “wicked” in boston people will think you’re trying to act like a local. to the best of their knowledge, the word does not exist outside of the 617 area code.
• the boston coast guard is probably more familiar with me than i would like.
• lobsters can get big. really big.
• you could tell me that you just ran over my cat in a new england accent and i would probably ask you to marry me.
• if you happen to be in boston, head to stephanie’s on newbury street. ask for dave or pete. tell them i sent you. actually, maybe don’t tell them that. they probably won’t serve you.
• if you happen to be in nantucket, head to the rose and crown. ask for ronnie. you might have a hard time getting a hold of him as he will spend the first two hours ignoring you. you should probably bring a deck of cards.
• i have mastered the art of eating dinner out of a vending machine.
• crying while you’re drinking bud light is a certain kind of low.
• nothing makes me laugh quite like hearing the word “brar”.
• running out of the ocean screaming “SHARK” is never really well received. it’s an even tougher crowd in martha’s vineyard.
• do not suggest the idea of a martha’s vineyard vs. nantucket baseball game. just don’t.
• never underestimate the power of a post closed-kitchen grilled cheese.
• i’m not looking forward to paying for alcohol.
• you haven’t really had pizza until you’ve been to pepe’s.
• there are few things better than collapsing, exhausted and teary eyed, into the car of the person who will miss you each and every day that you are gone, wait at the arrival gate until well after midnight, shop with you via text message and tell you that your life will be okay – even when you feel like you might have just accidentally ripped your own heart out.
• if you bought me a drink, dinner or a book of poetry – thank you. if you got up at an insanely early hour to drive me to the airport, in massachusetts or bc – thank you. if you gave me directions to the train station, coffee shop or bathroom – thank you, even though some of these were incorrect. if i gave you my phone number, i expect you to call me. if i told you i’d miss you, i meant it. if i found myself at the hands of some questionable decisions with you, trust me, i wanted to be there.

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