You snicker at hilarious T signs for destinations that are, shall we say, fanciful?
The company is superb, of course! Especially when it's willing to pose with a large tin of Milo while sitting on a turtle.
Where would the turtle be without the hare?
Can't remember who this guy is. Quincy? Adams? Washington? Boylston? Not important. It's me, Stef, and a large tin of Milo!
Ah yes, going so well. This was the more civilised part of our day. We were frozen so bloody solid that we decided to ditch the sights of Boston, and drink ourselves warm.
So we went back to my 'hood, and propped up the bar for a few hours. Met this hilarious guy who used to (according to him, anyway) be a professional hockey player and wrestler, who spent most of the time talking our ears off about his fabulous life.
It had its moments. I liked when he tried to get Stef to arm wrestle an old guy sitting at the other end of the bar, and when he went to great lengths to assure us that he's not gay. I'm not sure why this was in question, but there you go.
The day was rounded up nicely by the very drunk, possibly homeless man outside the Davis Square T station, who asked us if we would like to "make love". Now, doesn't that just warm your heart?
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