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- 13:11 @mkrigsman oh crumbs. I left my shorts in London #
- 13:12 @sbrettell yes, I'm in Boston at the moment. Going to DC next week and NYC at the beginning of june. sorry for the delay but had to set up. #
- 13:14 thanks to all who sent best wishes for mmy trip to the US. Just got totally set up yesterday so general thanks!! #
May. 22nd, 2009
Thursday in Boston
May. 22nd, 2009 11:00 amWe went into Boston yesterday to meet ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
celloboi and have lunch. Relatively uneventful bus ride in, but that was the last uneventful thing that happened.
celloboi, being in university, is fairly lively and a late sleeper. So, we met at 1 pm infront of the Boston Public Library. Ended up at a pub where I had a lovely burger and HWMBO had a tuna melt. We set the world to rights over beer and Diet Pepsi.
celloboi then took his leave to resume his nap, and we decided to go to the Institute of Contemporary Art. It's quite a big building in the pier area of the harbour. HWMBO took pictures; I didn't bother. There were a couple of interesting exhibits, including one of the artist who created the iconic "Hope" poster for the Obama campaign. It was free night (they normally charge $15 to get in!) so we went to the shop and got a few things.
Then we had two choices. We could get a bus back to Marblehead, or we could eat and then get a bus back to Marbkehead. We wanted to do the bus, but none came at the scheduled time. So, we thought we'd missed one. We went to the Boston Beer Works. First problem: HWMBO (who is 43) did not bring any identification, and they carded him for beer. He ordered root beer, and I ordered a pale ale. Well, the beer was vile. Any Brit would have thought it tasted worse than pee.
HWMBO ordered shrimp, and I ordered prime rib from their "Brit" menu. It was the "Prince" size. We waited so long that I caught a passing waitress and asked for a basket of chips and salsa. She said "I'm not your waitress, but I think I know who is." I could only mutter "You all look alike." The chips arrived just after our dinners did, so I sent them back.
The shrimp were tasteless (according to HWMBO), and the "prime rib, medium" was grey and dry. Dry prime rib??? Whoda thunk it? There were gobs of fat on the periphery, of course, none of which I ate (but all of which I paid for). The fries were passable.
We made a mistake with restaurants. But, we still had lots of time to get to the bus. We waited. No bus. Another hour. No bus, no word as to when one would come. Finally a T inspector came and said there had been an incident. A bus would finally arrive. The lady with the wheelchair was relieved as her battery was about to go dead. We got home at 11:45 pm. Whew!
celloboi and have lunch. Relatively uneventful bus ride in, but that was the last uneventful thing that happened.celloboi, being in university, is fairly lively and a late sleeper. So, we met at 1 pm infront of the Boston Public Library. Ended up at a pub where I had a lovely burger and HWMBO had a tuna melt. We set the world to rights over beer and Diet Pepsi.celloboi then took his leave to resume his nap, and we decided to go to the Institute of Contemporary Art. It's quite a big building in the pier area of the harbour. HWMBO took pictures; I didn't bother. There were a couple of interesting exhibits, including one of the artist who created the iconic "Hope" poster for the Obama campaign. It was free night (they normally charge $15 to get in!) so we went to the shop and got a few things.Then we had two choices. We could get a bus back to Marblehead, or we could eat and then get a bus back to Marbkehead. We wanted to do the bus, but none came at the scheduled time. So, we thought we'd missed one. We went to the Boston Beer Works. First problem: HWMBO (who is 43) did not bring any identification, and they carded him for beer. He ordered root beer, and I ordered a pale ale. Well, the beer was vile. Any Brit would have thought it tasted worse than pee.
HWMBO ordered shrimp, and I ordered prime rib from their "Brit" menu. It was the "Prince" size. We waited so long that I caught a passing waitress and asked for a basket of chips and salsa. She said "I'm not your waitress, but I think I know who is." I could only mutter "You all look alike." The chips arrived just after our dinners did, so I sent them back.
The shrimp were tasteless (according to HWMBO), and the "prime rib, medium" was grey and dry. Dry prime rib??? Whoda thunk it? There were gobs of fat on the periphery, of course, none of which I ate (but all of which I paid for). The fries were passable.
We made a mistake with restaurants. But, we still had lots of time to get to the bus. We waited. No bus. Another hour. No bus, no word as to when one would come. Finally a T inspector came and said there had been an incident. A bus would finally arrive. The lady with the wheelchair was relieved as her battery was about to go dead. We got home at 11:45 pm. Whew!