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Had another one of those "God, I love this city" nights last night.
We had our yearly office outing to a Red Sox game last night. We grabbed dinner at Jerry Remy's new restaurant in WBCN's old studios-- anybody remember that station? ;p -- on Boylston. It was really good, and I def. plan on going back sometime... maybe grab lunch some afternoon when I take vampyrusgirl in for one of her doctor's appointments down in Longwood.
We then headed over the park. We had passes to the EMC lounge, so I got to see how the corporate aristocracy lives. Very nice up there.
After a few drinks, we went down to our seats. They were eight or nine rows back from the Sox on deck circle! Great seats!
Although it was hotter than hell, more humid than a Turkish bath, and the game was a total rout, it was a very fun night. I left at the top of the 8th (Sox down 8-1 at that point) so as to beat the rush to Kenmore station.
As I left Fenway, I was greeted by a nice, cool breeze. It felt like it was 20º cooler outside than it had been in the park! I walked over to the Kenmore T station, and as I started to descend the stairs, I hit a wall of gross, fetid humidity. I quickly decided "Screw this. It's a gorgeous night. I'm going to walk."
So, I headed off down Comm Ave, past all the gorgeous brownstones in Back Bay, through the Public Gardens-- which were absolutely beautiful at night with the bridges and statues all lit up:
Across the Common (where a bunch of college kids were playing neon, glow in the dark frisbee football), past the State House, thru City Hall Plaza (and no, not even the magic of the evening made that brutalist architectural monstrosity more appealing), across the Greenway fountains (man, I'm still so thankful that reclaimed land didn't get developed into more anonymous office towers or some shit...) and over to the North End to hit up, you guessed it: Bova's 24-hour bakery to pick up treats for myself and vampyrusgirl.
Then it was a quick jaunt over to North Station to hop a train out to Wellington to grab my car, and I was home by 11:30. Not even the drunkenly passed out jackass drooling on the train could ruin the night. In fact, it just gave a bunch of us riders something to kibbitz about and to trade war stories about our worst encounters on the T.
So yeah, another one of those great nights in a great walking city.
We had our yearly office outing to a Red Sox game last night. We grabbed dinner at Jerry Remy's new restaurant in WBCN's old studios-- anybody remember that station? ;p -- on Boylston. It was really good, and I def. plan on going back sometime... maybe grab lunch some afternoon when I take vampyrusgirl in for one of her doctor's appointments down in Longwood.
We then headed over the park. We had passes to the EMC lounge, so I got to see how the corporate aristocracy lives. Very nice up there.
After a few drinks, we went down to our seats. They were eight or nine rows back from the Sox on deck circle! Great seats!
Although it was hotter than hell, more humid than a Turkish bath, and the game was a total rout, it was a very fun night. I left at the top of the 8th (Sox down 8-1 at that point) so as to beat the rush to Kenmore station.
As I left Fenway, I was greeted by a nice, cool breeze. It felt like it was 20º cooler outside than it had been in the park! I walked over to the Kenmore T station, and as I started to descend the stairs, I hit a wall of gross, fetid humidity. I quickly decided "Screw this. It's a gorgeous night. I'm going to walk."
So, I headed off down Comm Ave, past all the gorgeous brownstones in Back Bay, through the Public Gardens-- which were absolutely beautiful at night with the bridges and statues all lit up:
Across the Common (where a bunch of college kids were playing neon, glow in the dark frisbee football), past the State House, thru City Hall Plaza (and no, not even the magic of the evening made that brutalist architectural monstrosity more appealing), across the Greenway fountains (man, I'm still so thankful that reclaimed land didn't get developed into more anonymous office towers or some shit...) and over to the North End to hit up, you guessed it: Bova's 24-hour bakery to pick up treats for myself and vampyrusgirl.
Then it was a quick jaunt over to North Station to hop a train out to Wellington to grab my car, and I was home by 11:30. Not even the drunkenly passed out jackass drooling on the train could ruin the night. In fact, it just gave a bunch of us riders something to kibbitz about and to trade war stories about our worst encounters on the T.
So yeah, another one of those great nights in a great walking city.