We went into Boston yesterday to meet
Then we had two choices. We could get a bus back to Marblehead, or we could eat and then get a bus back to Marbkehead. We wanted to do the bus, but none came at the scheduled time. So, we thought we’d missed one. We went to the Boston Beer Works. First problem: HWMBO (who is 43) did not bring any identification, and they carded him for beer. He ordered root beer, and I ordered a pale ale. Well, the beer was vile. Any Brit would have thought it tasted worse than pee.
HWMBO ordered shrimp, and I ordered prime rib from their “Brit” menu. It was the “Prince” size. We waited so long that I caught a passing waitress and asked for a basket of chips and salsa. She said “I’m not your waitress, but I think I know who is.” I could only mutter “You all look alike.” The chips arrived just after our dinners did, so I sent them back.
The shrimp were tasteless (according to HWMBO), and the “prime rib, medium” was grey and dry. Dry prime rib??? Whoda thunk it? There were gobs of fat on the periphery, of course, none of which I ate (but all of which I paid for). The fries were passable.
We made a mistake with restaurants. But, we still had lots of time to get to the bus. We waited. No bus. Another hour. No bus, no word as to when one would come. Finally a T inspector came and said there had been an incident. A bus would finally arrive. The lady with the wheelchair was relieved as her battery was about to go dead. We got home at 11:45 pm. Whew!
sorry dude.. bt my sleeping time. hahaa!!
so sorry bt the bus, we should hang out again if u have time =p lets make it evening. hahha
celloboi’s awesomely cute.
I shall tell him that he has an admirer…
he certainly is. sorry this “confirmation” is late, but I’m just cleaning up emails gotten when I was in the US>