Beantown

My New Years trip to Boston was full of fun, excitement, and beer. We arrived late in the night on Friday. So shortly after arriving, my companion recieved a drink of water which was seconds late all over her lap as she saw a mouse, which turned out to be her shadow. After that tramatic experience, we headed to bed to get an early start on the morning.

Our early start ended up being 11 in the morning. After trying to convince our host to blow off her workout and come drink in the afternoon instead, we left for lunch. The plan was to eat a Durgin Park, an extremely old resturant and then catch the train to the Sam Adams brewery for a tour. After our lunch we were greeted by our host, who got no more exercise than a walk to the train stop. Our New Years Eve was off to a good start. Then came that magical moment in everyone's life when you find your true calling, mine resides at the Sam Adams brewery in Boston. To me this is Disney World. I know what it seems like, that I'm just another one of those jerks who says, "Gee I'd sure like for my job to be drinking all day." But it so much more than that. I'd love to come in everyday and design new exotic brews. After testing the Sam Adams product, we headed off for an early dinner at the Purple Shamrock, which is not as gay as it sounds. There we consumed some more Sam Adams products along with our dinner. Afterward we hit up the liquor stores for a six pack of Sam Adams Winter Lager. Back to the apartment we went preparing for the night ahead. Little did we know that our fellow New Year Evers would take about 3 hours to find the apartment. During this wait we order pizza and went to another store to buy (you guessed it) more Sam Adams. After giving up on waiting for the rest of our party we headed to a local pool pub. It was there that the bartender actually recommended the worst beer in the entire world. I took one smell and one sip and vanquished to the far corner of the table where it endure ridicule for the rest of the night. At this point in the evening I had consumed around a twelve pack and finshed the night by taking approximately 120 pictures on my digital camera, some of which were actually not of cleavage. After about 11 hours of drink, 2005 was over ....

Enter 2006. My first thought this new year was that I hated myself for my own rankness. The ladies with me shared my feeling. Also, my liver hurt, which was not good. I later found out that my host's roomate's boyfriend (and his drinking buddy) likely had alcohol posioning and he spend the first day of his year puking in bed. Along with recovery, this day was designed to explore some of the more culturally notable sights in Boston: the New England Aquarium (and its penguin population), the orginal Cheers resturant, the setting for the children's book 'Make Way for Ducklings,' and Boston Commons.

Then next day with my liver nearly recovered we set on what would be an 8 hour trip back to Chicago and to the place I work, now bittered that I do not work at a place like Sam Adams...yet.