Today I impulsively bought whale watching tickets for Krista and I, thinking that June 12th and July 12th were the same day. On June 12th, the New England Aquarium hosted what I'm sure was an unforgettable sunset whale watch tour on the Boston harbor. Children ran to the rails of the tiny boat and blew kisses at the frothing waves, wishing for future love and immediate everything. Parents treated themselves to saltwater cocktails in the cabin, where a woman with Bette Davis eyes crooned Billie Holiday. Later that night everyone was drunk, the crew, the passengers, and the humpback whales, who got sad after five shots of vermouth and pledged to do something important soon. And on that day memories were made.
On July 12th, Krista and I had sweaty knees and discussed the lightness of veggie burgers. I carried around a printed ticket in my planner, unaware that there would be no sunset tour in our future. Instead, we arrived at the aquarium and nearly boarded a ferry for Quincy before being told - by an incredulous teenage ferry worker - that there are no sunset tours on weekdays. Our rubber-soled shoes gone to waste!
Hopefully we'll see some whales tomorrow morning, and they won't be too hungover.
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