I’ve got a best friend in Texas who is chock-full of awesome ideas. Living in another state means I can unabashedly steal them and pass them off as my own. Currently, I am working on a project involving the ingenious method she — I mean I — created to corral and share travel pictures. Doing so means sifting though images from a few recent vacations with Boyfriend, and remembering how much I sucked during the lead-up to each trip, particularly the one we took out east.

Our first visit to Boston was, in the end, a fantastic week of awe-inspiring history, gorgeous architecture, and perhaps most importantly, cheesecake; but not one of those things, all of which had been promised and talked about with many exclamation points in the days leading up to the trip, had left me feeling even remotely excited as I packed for our flight.

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