Growing boys have to eat, before we start on our trek. No matter that we have 4:45 pm reservations at Legal Seafood. Elder Son is on the left, Younger Son on the right.
I know this is a weird shot, but I just couldn't resist. Boats. Water. Beautiful Day. So shoot me.
Weird shots of all types of cover. Rain is a prevalent thing here, not that it did today. Thank God.
MLH took this shot of myself, Karen, and Doug...in that order. Of course, if I'd been at the other end, maybe my boobs wouldn't be the prominent point in this pix. And y'all wonder why I go to the chiropractor all the time. (I gotta teach that boy picture composition...or maybe not.)
Another shot I couldn't resist - the MIT School of Architecture. Or, Architectvre, as they spell it. And they tout their intelligence. Hmmmmmph!
Tonight, we went to eat at Legal Seafood. It was awesome.
Afterwards, we rode the subway to the liquor store, where MLH and Doug stocked up on Crown Royal and Talisker Scotch. We decided we’d go back to our 21st floor rooms, rearrange the furniture so the couch faced the corner window, and enjoy the Boston Pops Fireworks show from the room. (Pictures will follow, Doug took some amazing ones!)
Tonight will forever be known as “Fireworks a la Couch on the Charles”. We had a blast ( no pun intended).
The fireworks were beautiful. We sat on the floor, the couch, a chair in the room, all facing the window. We ordered pizza and desserts and coffee. All of us went from our room to Doug and Karen’s, and back again. Doug set up his camera on a tripod in order to catch the great shots. Our room became the party room (I was the designated couch-ee.). We had the Boston Pops at the Esplanade on the TV, and the fireworks were timed perfectly to match the music. Awesome.
At one point, Doug, Younger Son, MLH, and I were in our room. Excerpt #1:
Doug: Man, I’m a little worried. If there’s a warhead under that water, they could take out a million people, and us.
MLH: Man. Don’t worry about that - tonight's a good night and it's been a good life– if that happens, we won’t even know it.
Younger Son: I hope that doesn’t happen. I’m too young to die – I haven’t f****** up enough things yet.
All of us: (silence)
We all busted out laughing. It was so unexpected (but we had let him try a little whiskey, so his inhibitions were probably down a bit. )
Later, Doug went to go take photographs, and Karen came into our room. We’re watching the fireworks, enjoying the elaborate designs.
Janie: That was a beautiful one!
MLH: I just thought I had seen fireworks before – this is amazing.
Karen: I want to see more of the spermy ones.
Karen: You know, the cool white ones that look like little sperm and wiggle all around.
All of us: (silence)
We laughed again. Couldn’t freakin’ stop.
About that time, the “spermy” fireworks happen again…and right after that, little purple things meet the sperm halfway, and the sperm seem to die.
Janie: Oh. Those purple ones must be the condoms. Or the birth control pills.
Janie: Well, they're killing the spermy ones!
We laugh again.
Hmmmm. After re-reading this, you probably had to be there. Oh well, pictures to follow.