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:
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.
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.)
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