Boston, City of Bad Accents and Freezing Weather

My friends and I took a four hour bus ride to Boston last Friday since we've never been before and stayed over a friend's house. We took the Fung Wah bus, which is notorious for breaking down on the side of the road (I didn't know this until after I booked the ticket) and my friend thought that we were going to die. Obviously we didn't die but I felt like dying when the guy sitting next to me was singing and critiquing movies like he was the fatter half of Ebert & Roper. This went on for 4 straight hours. Seriously. At one point someone from the front of the bus came back to ask him to stop singing but the break only lasted 30 minutes.

When we arrived in Boston, I felt like my face was going to fall off. It's 5 to 10 degrees colder than NY. We rented a Chevy Cobalt from Enterprise and went to go meet the friend at a club called Saint. (By the way, I'll never rent a Cobalt again because you have to manually lock the doors. It really sucks when you're standing outside in 20 degree weather waiting for your friend to climb across the seat to unlock your door.) One of the good things about NY is that the clubs and bars close at 4am, but in Boston they close at 2am. After we headed to the North End for Italian food. It was my first time eating an orangini rice ball, which is a fried ball of aborio rice, mozzarella and meat with marinara sauce. Anything fried is good to me.


That night three of us girls slept on the bed with two big pitbulls (as shown above, licking my friend). The next morning, as I was climbing back onto bed from my pee break, one of the pitbulls mounted me from behind and started to hump me...doggie style...literally. But it also humped my friend while she was standing so I don't feel as violated.


Faneuil Hall Marketplace, a strip of stores and indoor restaurants.



Quincy Market, part of Faneuil Hall, built in the 1800s.

We tried to tour the city but it was so cold that we didn't walk far. I didn't know the history behind any of the landmarks so it didn't matter anyways. My fav area is Beacon Hill, which has beautiful townhouses with narrow cobble stoned streets, lamp posts, red bricked sidewalks, and shutter doors accenting the windows. (My camera died by then so I'll have to post my friend's pictures later.)

We drove to Cambridge to check out Harvard's campus and see where the smarties hang out. Of course we didn't get out to walk around because it was cold and dark. For dinner we went to a restaurant known for its steak tips. I haven't eaten red meat in a long time but I managed to finish the almost the entire plate...which is like half a cow. When we walked out of the restaurant, an old white man at the counter asked if we were from the area, seeing that my friend was with two Asians (my friend lives outside of the city and it's a predominately white neighborhood). Then the man pointed to his tattoos and said that he got them in China Town. At first I was slightly offended because my hat was covering my ears and I thought he said, "Are you from the area? I've been to China Town."

After we went to Whiskey Park, a lounge with a cool vibe and good music in the Park Plaza Hotel. The next morning we went to Warren Tavern for lunch. It's located in Charlestown, a historic neighborhood with buildings from the late 1700's. Supposedly Paul Revere used to go there. To continue with the Paul Revere lovefest, we stopped by a cemetary to see his tombstone.

Boston is a fun little city rich in history but I was glad to go back to NY.