A Night On The Town

Monday, June 3, 2013

Who doesn't need a night on the town every once in a while?

For a few months now all of my guy friends have been planning on attending this beer event in Boston.  As much as I love beer I wasn't going to spend $50 for a few drinks, but myself and the other girls still wanted to take a trip into the city.

We headed down there Saturday afternoon and, after dropping our things off at the hotel, we met up with the boys for a Harpoon Brewery tour.  We arrived three minutes after it started and although we thought we might not be let in, I will never underestimate the power of a smile.  We managed to get a quick private tour until we caught up with our group.  Thank you, nice beer lady!  The tour wasn't much different than any other I have been on but it was very warm and unfortunately that's really all I can remember.  I was impressed with the unlimited refills of all of the different brews in the taste test room though.

The boys, who had been drinking all day, headed back to the hotel for a bit while myself and the girls head out in an attempt to catch up.  We started at Rock Bottom Brewery in the Theater District.  Fortunately, since I drink so rarely these days it didn't take long to catch up.  After a while the boys showed up to join us for dinner.  We stay there for a while watching the Bruins but eventually we headed out.

It was so beautiful out that all I wanted to do was walk around.  We strolled through the Common and into the Garden.  We continued to wander until people decided it was time to find another bar.

At some point we found ourselves wandering down Boylston Street and I immediately sobered up.  I've never really discussed it here but I have pretty bad anxiety when it comes to death.  I don't think it is that uncommon, but walking down this street knowing what had just happened a month ago made me very anxious.  I was there just two days before the bombing, but this was the first time I had been back into the city since.  I hated the idea that such a fun place with so many good memories can now make my heart race and my mind suddenly obsessive.  I hope that someday I will be able to walk down there without any of these feelings, but knowing myself that may take a while.

After another bar we made our way back to the hotel.  Even during our "night out" I was still in bed by 12:30.  Is it sad that I'm proud of that?  #oldlady.

Anyway,  I did have a wonderful time.  It's always nice to do something out of the norm, espeicially when it evolves good food, drinks, and friends.

2 comments:

  1. Hi Erin, I'm Erin too! I found your blog and loved reading it all, but especially the parts about Ireland. I moved to Dublin last August and am studying at UCD. Just thought I'd drop by and say hello! Hope all is well :)

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    1. Thanks for stopping by! Off to check out your blog. Hopefully I'll be able to relive some of my days in Dublin!

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