Beantown II ("More weight")
Continuation of trip to Boston ....
OK, so G and I and Jesse, renowned blogger and 24-hour party person, have this delightful romantic carriage ride through the heart of Boston. Did I mention it was Novemberish weather, although April?
Everything after that is a bit anticlimactic, but Jesse (the same Jesse who last year fled Wisconsin from a slew of speeding/traffic violations) says I have to finish.
After the equine event, we go to Brookline (?? Brook something) to the apartment of Jesse's friend Alli, where several people have gathered to engage in the consumption of alcohol. I avail myself of their generosity with their libations, while G lusts for Jesse, and Jesse and Alli talk of their upcoming Zombie March. Then, they all go to a R Kelly sing along. G and I can't get tickets so we go back to our hotel, stopping at our neighborhood 7-11 which is teeming with hallucinating drunks and crazy people, much like my neighborhood in Madison.
Day Two: Heavy tourism!!!!
More Freedom Trail stuff, tourist bus ride, harbor boatride, Paul Revere's house,
the eating of chowder and scallops at eatery frequented by JFK, etc. etc. G and I, being kinda old, end up crashing at the hotel. We miss the Zombie March, although we are there in undead spirit.
Day Three:
First, we meet Jesse and his sister Briana for brunch in either Cambridge or Somerville. They are still trying to get the last of the dried blood off themselves and are sore from lurching. I have two bloody Marys in honor of my birthday, which of course I afterward regret. Then, G and I, for the birthday event, head to Salem to learn about witches and witch hunts
(hmmm, sort of foreshadowed what happened to me a month later). We visit like 19 different museums (OK, three) at which they use various apparati, like mannekins with little spotlights on them and bad sound effects, to dramatize what happened (Giles somebody was pressed to death and he kept saying "more weight").
One of the women involved in the trial was named Dorcas Hoar. I am thinking of changing my name. Also, one of them had the first name of "Deliverance." I think that would open doors.
Next day, back to our humble heartland origins, and I still have received no explanation of what the Big Dig is all about.
OK, so G and I and Jesse, renowned blogger and 24-hour party person, have this delightful romantic carriage ride through the heart of Boston. Did I mention it was Novemberish weather, although April?
Everything after that is a bit anticlimactic, but Jesse (the same Jesse who last year fled Wisconsin from a slew of speeding/traffic violations) says I have to finish.
After the equine event, we go to Brookline (?? Brook something) to the apartment of Jesse's friend Alli, where several people have gathered to engage in the consumption of alcohol. I avail myself of their generosity with their libations, while G lusts for Jesse, and Jesse and Alli talk of their upcoming Zombie March. Then, they all go to a R Kelly sing along. G and I can't get tickets so we go back to our hotel, stopping at our neighborhood 7-11 which is teeming with hallucinating drunks and crazy people, much like my neighborhood in Madison.
Day Two: Heavy tourism!!!!
More Freedom Trail stuff, tourist bus ride, harbor boatride, Paul Revere's house,
the eating of chowder and scallops at eatery frequented by JFK, etc. etc. G and I, being kinda old, end up crashing at the hotel. We miss the Zombie March, although we are there in undead spirit.Day Three:
First, we meet Jesse and his sister Briana for brunch in either Cambridge or Somerville. They are still trying to get the last of the dried blood off themselves and are sore from lurching. I have two bloody Marys in honor of my birthday, which of course I afterward regret. Then, G and I, for the birthday event, head to Salem to learn about witches and witch hunts
(hmmm, sort of foreshadowed what happened to me a month later). We visit like 19 different museums (OK, three) at which they use various apparati, like mannekins with little spotlights on them and bad sound effects, to dramatize what happened (Giles somebody was pressed to death and he kept saying "more weight").One of the women involved in the trial was named Dorcas Hoar. I am thinking of changing my name. Also, one of them had the first name of "Deliverance." I think that would open doors.
Next day, back to our humble heartland origins, and I still have received no explanation of what the Big Dig is all about.
posted by siouxzee at
2:45 PM
4 Comments:
no one wants to talk about the big dig, it kills people.
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jesse, at 11:15 PM
oh yeah, don't forget I am visiting wisco in the beginning of october, yes? you can turn the tables and turn madison upside down.
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jesse, at 11:16 PM
With the vibrant hues of autumn comes the return of Wisconsin's most famous adopted son, Jesse ...
I will try to find a bar/restaurant with an aging hooker waitress and will create a Freedom Trail right down John Nolen Drive.
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siouxzee, at 2:51 PM
Thank you Anonymous. Your are Nice too.
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siouxzee, at 12:52 PM
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