Brian: When I woke up my air mattress was completely deflated. Oh well, I guess it was my turn. Guess what time we woke up. If you guessed 7:10 am, give yourself a pat on the back. If not, go back and read the last post slacker.
Nick: The day before, it was a damnable squawking from a crazed avian. This morning, it was a damnable crashing noise caused by a construction crew that seemed unusually industrious for Boston laborers at that time of day. But we really have grown quite fond of the early-to-rise mentality, so no biggie. After picking up a surprisingly elusive parking pass, we walked around BU a little and reminisced. Turns out, cute girls are still a rare commodity at this school. Next, we met up with Brian’s friend Dave and hit up Ye Olde Oyster House. Oldest restaurant in America, or so they say. The interior: very cool: The food: moderately delicious. The price: ouch.
Brian: But how can you put a price on the sensation of slurping down monstrous salty boogers?
Nick: …Gross. He means oysters, by the way. Sickos. We were having a good time talking with Dave though, and if you’ve been following our posts, you know that fine dining and classy social situations have been non-existent so far on this trip.
Brian: Not including Charriers of course.
Nick: Of course. So in keeping with the theme of sophistication, we strolled over to the North End to purchase and smoke some fancy cigars.
Brian: I knew that cigar parlors existed, but I have never been to one until yesterday. Buried underground in Boston’s North End is a small sin bar, which is a name I just came up with for a place that only serves tobacco and booze.
We tossed around some business ideas (as men with cigars are wont to do), one of which I think has great potential. I’ll just say it would be the next big thing in social networking sites. Look out world. So after Dave kindly gave us a ride back to Dom’s apartment, we decided to make it a casual night in. Funny how a couple glasses of Wild Turkey can change your mind about that sort of thing.
Nick: Leah came home and Dom grilled some chicken and vegetables. Our body’s were, are, and forever will be grateful for the first nutritious home cooked meal we’ve had in some time. Charged with a good dinner, we changed our minds about staying in and met a couple BU alumni out at a bar. The night, in my estimation, was a great success for a number of reasons, not the least of which was that we got women at the bar to by US drinks. I guess they were impressed with our tales from the road.
Brian: It was a good night for the feminism movement. Equality is good. Communism is evil. For the record, “Are you a communist?” is an awful pick-up line.
Nick: You found that out the hard way. After some raucous dancing with a very short, very frisky lady that I had to eventually hide from, we headed back home for our second consecutive night in the same place, a first on this trip.
Brian: Well, this blog brings us into the double digits for number of days on the road. Thanks to everyone who has supported this endeavor so far and a preemptive thanks for everyone who will support us in the future. It’s quite possible we haven’t even met you on Craigslist yet. Song of the day: Back in the USSR by The Beatles. Because, though we didn’t mention it, we grabbed a beverage at a Communism themed bar. I thought for sure that pick-up line was going to work.
Nick: …maybe next time (maybe never).
Brian: Out.
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