goodbye, beantown dream.

Me and Tyra wanted desperately to go to Boston for New Year's Eve this year. Desperately. We have been searching expedia and travelocity for at least two months now, I think. But the prices were insane! Crazy flight times (around 6:30 am to get there and 10:00 am to get back) and the hotels we wanted were gonna be $450 per person. The cheapest ones were at the Norman Bates looking spots. And that's highly unacceptable.

But we kept looking anyway. Then the prices went down to about $400. But that was too much. Our goal was to get significantly under $400. We're broke, ok? Broke. We're trying to do better, but we are most certainly not there yet.

Well, yesterday I decide to go back on the travel sites and check the prices out again. And do you know what I saw? The hotel that I wanted to stay at more than any other choice plus a decent time flight for $310 per person. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Insanity. Unfortunately, we were still too broke for that. A damn shame, you hear me? A damn shame.

This is how the text conversation with Tyra went about said situation:

Me: Dec 29 - Jan 1, Beacon Hill, $310 per person.
Tyra: That sounds good. So what should we do?
Me: I don't know! I'm so nervous. What do you think?
Tyra: I'm nervous, too. That's why I want you to make the decision.
Me: I think we're in a recession and far too broke for these awesome prices. And it pains me to say that.
Tyra: You know it's bad when we can't even afford $310. That makes me sad. I was just envisioning our trip to Boston. We looked happy.
Me: Were we hanging out with hot Beantown men?
Tyra: Yeah. We were the most fabulous chicks in Beantown. We didn't have to pay for drinks. I need my down payment on happiness soon.

If I was rich, we would never have had that conversation. It's just a damn shame.