Nan the Blogless Porkchop and I set out for a girls' weekend; as she had never freely roamed Boston, and I at one point considered (very briefly, mind you) the possibility of living there, we chose a hotel on Expedia and started the 3-hour drive.Our itinerary included visiting Quincy Market and drinking. And eating. And drinking some more. We took the “T” into the “city” from the stop near our hotel. After spending a whole three hours walking around Boston and pretty much seeing everything it had to offer, we decided to head back to the Cheesecake Factory located serendipitously adjacent to our hotel.
Our itinerary became even more narrowly clear: drink, watch the Yankees (YAY) vs. Red Sox (BOO) game and crawl back to our room. Oh, and try not to get killed by the insane Sox fans.
Sitting alone at the bar of the restaurant two or three barstools from us sat a man who would occasionally comment to us on the game. Eventually he bought us drinks. Somewhere between learning his name and his trade (photography), we all wound up in a taxi, headed to a strip bar.
Tonight, after two years of e-mailing we’re finally catching up at one of my favorite restaurants on 2nd Ave.; Let the insane stories continue…
2 comments:
Boozing in Boston. Yep...I've followed that route. I hope your evening is just as flesh-fuelled as the last one!
And freaking how, babe. Lots of fun. Lots of ketle one & tonic and pub grub. You can't beat that.
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