Let’s face it: We are ladies who love the open road. Give us some blue sky (please), a full tank of gas and a silver bullet of lingerie and we will make an event out of it. This weekend we… hitched up The Grey Lady and headed up I-95 to Boston + Cambridge. Even the seemingly never-ending downpour couldn’t damper our, or Boston’s, spirits. From the long and winding road trip up (car horns, thumbs up and people pulling over to wave) to waving goodbye and shoving off in Cambridge, The Grey Lady was a hit. There were even more epic playlists, a champagne arrival (packed with media just waiting to tour The Grey Lady), dance parties with our Boston crew + customers, burgers from Mr. Bartleys (The Mark Zuckerberg, anyone?), lobstah rolls from James Hook (Annick’s first ever!) and sweet treats from J.P. Licks. We even pahked the cah (um, airstreahm) in the yahd – the Hahvahd Yahd, that is. Many thanks to Eleanor, a Journelle by way of Boston, and our weekend’s Zagat guide. Bahston, we love you. Thanks for the wicked good time.
Throwing our arms open with love for Bahston + The Grey Lady. Kicking it in Dewey Square, on the airstream and in the grass at Harvard. VIP kickoff to send off, and a double rainbow in between. #BostonStrong Snacks! Snacks! (And AB hearts her coffee.) Eberjey! Stella! Cosabella! Oh my! Just being Journelles, err, ourselves.