Documenting our epic four-day trail around Boston before Eileen had to go home to build her house etc. Well, only partly documenting, since I forgot my camera half the time.
In the restaurant the first night: They think they’re cool but they’re not.
At the aquarium: Ah bless! You just want to p-p-pick them up …
Myrtle, the octogenarian turtle.
Some class of a seal. She has cataracts, poor dear!
On the dreaded Freedom Trail: It’s the gold-domed building from The Depahted!
The perils of self-photography – sometimes you forget to turn off the zoom. (Also, it’s slightly egotistical.)
Me trying to be all artistic with skewed angles. You can figure out yourself where I am.
Ye olde tour guide. Ah bless him, with his red stockings and his colonial hat.
They think they’re cool but they’re not, part two:
Have at thee! says the guy at Bunker Hill.
The last night: In Whiskey’s pub watching the baseball. Picture kindly taken by our waitress, Jason Varitek.
I’ll post some pictures from me and Conor’s trip to New York soon.
My short story was workshopped in Creative Writing today. Everyone was so damn nice about it. Woo!
