On the way to my brother Conor's college graduation, Stephen and I spent a couple of nights at Megan's house in Somerville. She kindly showed us around Boston (I loved Beacon Hill -- that ivy! those houses!), fed us ridiculousness from Union Square Donuts and the greatest egg/avocado breakfast sandwich I've had in a while from Bloc 11 Cafe and cannolis, and accompanied us to what was possibly the most miserable baseball game I have ever been to, weather-wise (and that is saying a lot, given there I went to that Phillies game in 2010 where it was too hot to drink beer). And then on top of all that she drove us to Vermont! Pretty excellent stuff.
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