Please Come To Boston.




Waiting for the Funny Guy.

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Earl and I jumped in the Jeep today and went for a ride. Pulling out of the driveway, I said to Earl “east or west?” His response was “east”. So I drove east until we reached ocean.

We’re spending the night in Boston.

While we both love our spontaneous trips, it’s hard to meet up with others we’ve chatted with online with no advance notice. So I guess we’ll have to come back in a couple of weeks.

We set up shop at a DoubleTree just off Storrow Drive, got ourselves situated and then headed into the city. After stowing the Jeep under Government Center, we headed to Quincy Market where we had a great dinner at Ned Devine’s Pub. Great food. I had Irish stew.

Afterwards we headed to the Comedy Connection and picked up some tickets to see the last performance of the night. Tonight’s comedian line-up included Anthony Clark. Since the show wasn’t until 10:30, we had some time to kill so we walked all around Faneuil Hall and then jumped on the T and went to the theatre district to walk around there (and to warm up on the train). After a bit of walking we headed back to the Comedy Connection for the show. Anthony Clark was a riot and we had a really good time. The only thing about the show that was making me crazy was the woman at the next table who laughed uproariously at everything. “Ma’am, would you like a cocktail?” She laughed the waitress like she was Joan Rivers before the plastic surgery. And when she laughed, she sounded like Phyllis Diller. So there she was, cackling on and on. Her husband Fang didn’t seem as impressed.

After the Comedy Connection we went to a real, honest to goodness bear bar called The Alley and had one last drink before heading back to the hotel.

We’re installed for the night, waiting for a little room service and then ready to call it a night. We’re planning on coming back very soon (like in two weeks).

Gosh I miss Boston (I used to live here).

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