Boston, Day 4
Sorry this post is so late – we got home and were pretty exhausted from our trip. Especially the last day. More on that in a bit
Anyway, the last day in Boston was RAINY. And New England rainstorms aren’t like normal rainstorms in the normal world. They are wicked. But we trekked on anyway, visiting North Boston and Chelsea, the Bunker Hill monument, and the USS Constitution.
That’s good advice, kids.
So it appears that Northern Boston and Chelsea are super-posh and metosexual and such, and we honestly didn’t really enjoy it all that much. Every block looks the same. Rich and big and pretty. We stopped at a corner deli and had some decent cheesecake and Stella Artois. Oh, and found time to record this video outside the Bunker Hill Monument (you can’t really see it in the video, but the monument is quite like the Washington monument in Washington, DC.)
Oh, and yes, we are totally (okay, mostly) sober:
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A few shots of the walk over and of Bunker Hill:
By the end of the trip, we were kind of tired of taking pictures. Anyway, we ended our sojourn into madness by having dinner at Wagamama, a really great Japanese place at Quincey Market. Then, we hit the pubs. Hard. It was our initial impulse to do a pub crawl, but we just felt so much at home at the Black Rose that we ended up staying there for about 4 hours and made friends with a bunch of wild folks from New Hampshire or something. We drank Guinness and Irish Car Bombs and watched Eugene Byrne on stage again. He was, as before, amazing. We clapped and sang along, and had an amazing, perfect night in that pub to end our trip.
We left Boston the next day with a heavy, heavy heart but a desire to come home to our humble house and our friends. However, we fell like we left a piece of ourselves in Boston, a chunk of our heart which will always be waiting for us when we return. I can still smell the bay, still taste the fresh-poured Guinness, still feel the humid air on my face in the morning. Boston seems to own a piece of my now, and I’m okay with that. I’ll return someday to reclaim it.
So that’s our trip to Boston, much in its entirety. I am convinced that it is the greatest city in America, and can’t wait to go back! Next time, I’ll take along a few more friends and show them what kind of party Boston can throw.
Until then … Get Charlie off the MTA! Toora roola rai!
