Tonight, the was Pubcrawl, and it was good. We hit The Avenue, the BU Pub, Cornwall’s, and Crossroads, although we did cheat and ride the T from Coolidge Corner to BU East. There was beer, and I finished the evening with an Irish Car Bomb, which may have been less than good.
Thanks to Boston’s smoking ordinances, I was not exposed to tobacco products once during this adventure… except while riding the Red Line home. Naturally, the T’s lax security allowed someone to smoke on the train, which was all sorts of nasty. I was too much of a wimp to ask him to extinguish his deathstick.
The brief walk from the bus stop was characterized by the fact that the vaguely damp asphalt had completely crystallized; there were no visible puddles, but the entire roadway was ever so slightly slick. Thankfully, this was visible, and in fact quite sparkly, on account of the (nearly) full moon. I look forward to tomorrow’s lunar eclipse, and its associated portents.
“Hang On” from Ganging Up On The Sun by Guster