Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Where Have All the Beanies Gone?

Boston was lovely, considering it was so cold that my testicles ascended into my body on more than one occassion.  Luckily I had my boopy around.  Hm.  I guess you didn't really need to know that.

I window shopped on Newbury Street, until I realized they didn't have sales tax on clothing, then all hell broke loose (on the sale sections, naturally); and sampled the infamous seafood of New England everyone raves about - which means having copious amounts of clam chowder everywhere I went.  Just kidding, it was all about oysters.  Memorable food stops inlcude B&G Oysters, McCormick & Schmick's, and Tantric, a wonderful Indian restaurant.

The gay scene was non-existant (I was staying near Boston's Chinatown); though I probably should have asked for advice beforehand.  A google search and a quick email to a beanie - that's what I'm calling Bostonians - confirmed it.1

And for some reason, there wasn't a single shirtless piece of eye candy playing softball in the park.  What happened, Beantown?  I guess you dropped the ball on that one.

1 Am I misinformed?  Let me know!  I'm only a 4-hour-$15-chinatown-bus-ride away!

2 comments:

GrooveTheory said...

I heard about that bus at Chinatown ... good deal. I think there's a bus too going to DC. But anyway, Boston is fun, though I've never been to the Chinatown part though.

B. said...

And I think you should take ANOTHER ride on the Fung Wah this weekend! I mean, Newbury Street clothiers might have put up new Sales racks. And you never did make it to Filene's going-out-of-business sale.

(Not that those are the only reasons.)