I had a wonderful time in Beantown and got to meet some cool people. They all treated me very well and I hope to make it back sooner rather than later.
I stayed @the 2 1/2 star Hampton Inn Cambridge, which was across the street from the subway (which made getting around easy as cake) and within walking distance of a mall and TWO(!!!) Dunkin' Donuts, which made fueling my mind-boggling caffeine addiction that much sweeter.
It was a nice room, w/a king size bed and a reasonable amount of quality cable television channels, including HBO.
Funny thing was, I received a handicapped-accessible room, which meant not only did the door have an extra peephole @crotch level, I had this weird open shower thingy, which made it hard to keep said shower from flooding the bathroom.
The picturesque view......left something to be desired.
This was a huge-ass mural a few buildings down from the hotel, so I decided to take a pic, because I thought it was cool.
Here's some weird, spinny metal cube tree thing I found as I wandered about.
There was a canal right next to the Cambridgeside Galleria, which had...
...cute widdle duckies...
...and seagulls.
Why? Because FUCK IT, that's why! And it's a great movie. You should all go see it.
Tuesday (my 1st day there, which I might add I was happy I made it from Gahdna-Hey to the commuter rail, switching subway lines and to the hotel w/o being robbed and/or molested, so go me!) was spent meeting the lovely ladies
StreetMuse and
Kittie, as well as Street's buddy Joe (I have no bloody clue if he's a member. Sadly, a subpar camera + average photog. skills = crummy pics. But I get a B for effort, right?
We went to Ned Devine's for dinner and chatted away, and I was happy I was meeting fellow SG members for the first time.
Wednesday was spent walking around Faneuil Hall.
A statue of Samuel Adams, American patriot and Beer Man.
I went to The Comedy Connection after dinner that night, since it was a benefit for leukemia and lymphoma, so I figured I'd go do a good deed and laugh my ass off in the process. The headliner, Jim Lauletta, had a humorous impression of Don Knotts...as Batman.
Yes, you read that correctly.
Don Knotts...
...as Batman.
Practically made pee-pee witnessing that, kids.
Thursday, I decided to get a bit braver and traverse further into the city. I went to Boston Common and the Public Garden (in the Theatre District, I believe) and enjoyed wandering about and taking more pics.
The frogs were @Frog Pond (oddly enough), basically a little ice skating pond where the little kiddies can go skate and hurt themselves. This is why I don't ice skate. I've had enough head injuries for a while.
I then went to the gigantic (19 screens on 3 floors) Loews Theatres and saw
Date Movie, basically because I didn't want to sit there for 2 or more hours waiting to see anything else. Quick review: It had it's funny moments, but it's a rental, not a buy.
During my travels I said to myself, "Self, you're in Boston, yet you've never been to a Hooters in your lifetime!"
I remedied this quickly.
The food was OK, but then again, as Chris Rock has said, "Noone goes to Hooters for
wings." So I ate my dinner and admired the waitstaffs, *ahem*, "work ethic" and, after I paid my bill and bought the obligatory t-shirt, personally thanked the manager for making my first visit a good one. He then gave me a Hooters magazine for free.
See, kids? Shamless whoring CAN get you free shit!
After Hooters, I decided to travel to ImprovAsylum (and got quite lost along the way), and I have to say right now (more shamless whoring), if you're ever in Boston and you love improvisational comedy, GO HERE. You will not regret it. During the intermission (and a quick cig break) two of the members offered me a job as I was hyping the show to passersby. Plus the improv classes they offer, if I lived there, I wouldn't think twice about taking them up on the offer.
Friday was St. Paddy's Day, and I'd never had the pleasure of being in Boston on the same day, so I decided to go out and drink and be merry.
I found out about an SG gettogether @Dick's Last Resort, which promised, food, booze, and mischief. How could I miss out on this?
First I got to meet the lovely
Sid (and I was surprised @how much energy and fury was in such a cute little package...seriously, she's like a sexy pierced leprechaun) and her boy
xxxjaymz.
Then, we met up w/their friends, the lovely Sin-D and her boy Mike (who, sadly, are not members, but they're cool cats, as the kids say)...
...as well as the lovely
Bowie and her hubby
flash_rockman.
Since we were also celebrating
xxxjaymz's 27th birthday, we sat down for dinner and drinks...
...and the birthday boy was quickly made a spectacle of.
I, however, would not be outdone.
Since I promised the older ladies @the office I wouldn't end up on the 11 o'clock news stumbling down the sidewalk nekkid, I stopped @3 or 4 beers (including the traditional Guinness and Killian's Irish Red, both DAMN good beers). I was dumbfounded @how busy Dick's (as well as every other bar and pub in the neighborhood) was, but then again...it's Boston.
That was easily the best day of the whole trip, and as we all went our seperate ways, I thanked everyone for not letting me cramp their style.
Saturday, I checked out of my hotel...
...took a pic of this cool mosaic thingy in one of the stations...
...then met up w/some of my friends who drove in from town so we could all go to the Museum of Science for the Star Wars exhibit. Then what happens?
We get there...and it's completely sold out.
Despair ensues.
We decide to roam around the rest of the museum so as the day's not totally wasted. I still manage to get my jollies in.
Not only did I fist the anal crevice of a giant grasshopper...
I took a pic of a Tyrannosaurus Rex...
...as well as it's equally amazing genitalia.
What my fixation w/the naughty zones of inanimate objects stems from, I've yet to figure out. This is the guy that, during his LAST trip to the MOS, sexually molested a life-size, anatomically correct statue of a cave troll @the Lord of the Rings exhibit. Sadly, cameras were not allowed in, but my partners in crime will swear on their graves it happened.
Yes, I'm a sick, sick monkey, but would you still ♥ me otherwise?
After we left, we went on a futile search in the North End (where I took the pic of that cool archway thingy) looking for dinner. Most everywhere was either too pricey, too hoity-toity, or (in the case of Joe's American Bar & Grill, a two-hour wait). So we went back to Faneuil Hall and each found something to eat in the numerous mini-restaurants there.
Keep in mind we walked all this time, so we all built up huge appetites.
The day ended w/us all vowing to try to get to Star Wars again next month, and making the trip home. I met up w/my lady Heather (who I had missed terribly while I was gone) and we proceeded to have good, loud, "Welcome Home" sex.
As for miscellaneous goings-on, not only did I get my lip pierced...
I finally broke down and made my way into the 21st century and bought a cell phone. Funny thing is, after all the time I had no desire to own one, within a few days of owning in during my time in Boston, I couldn't believe I lived w/o the convenience of one.
All in all, it was DEFINITELY a vacation to remember fondly for some time. Great times, cool people, and me getting my boonie-ass out to the city for once. I'm looking forward to making a second trip, maybe during the summer.
