Well, the weekend was pretty fun I think. I went down into boston/cambridge twice. Once on the 3rd and once on the 4th. I have a friend from Hawai`i who used to live in Boston many years ago and had really fond memories of extremely good fudge from Quincy Market at a shop by the aquarium. So, me and a few of my friends from work went on a hunt for fudge. So we get there and eat at a cheers theme restaurant and then go in search of ice cream for dessert. Low and behold: a fudge shop materializes right in front of us. Could this be it? I wait in line for like 10 minutes or so and order 3 bricks of fudge (one for me and the people who came with me, one for my Hawai`i friend and one for his wife) and some ice cream. After I got them I asked the cashier if this was the only fudge shop around, and she said “basically yea, there used to be a shop that made really, really good homemade fudge, but they’re closed down now”. Bah! What a bummer. Ah well, at least I tried.
So then we decided to walk to a Pops concert which is like orchestra instrumentals of pop songs from the 1930s up to now. On our way there we walked past a performance going on at City Hall by a startup band called “On the Drop”. They were a really neat ska/rock band, so we chilled out on the steps for 45 mins or so and listened, then we went back to our trek across town to the park to listen to pops.
A weird coincidence is, Pops was playing about a block away from the original Cheers building (This is a coincidence because we ate at a cheers theme restaurant on the other side of town earlier that day). We still had about an hour to kill, so I went with one of the guys to the Cheers bar and checked it out. Only the outside looked the same. The inside was cramped, loud, we had to get our hands stamped, and it took a long time to get our beers.
Anyway, so we meet back up with the rest of the group and a few minutes later one of the guys gets a phone call…from me. Err, what?! Well, apparently I dropped my phone by a burrito stand as I was walking back and so the stand owners hit redial when they found it to try to find someone who knew who the phone belonged to.
So I get my phone back and finally the show starts. We listened to about 30 minutes of it and realized it wasn’t all that good. Right around the time David Lee Roth got on stage and started singing beach boys songs we left and walked to CBC, a microbrewing bar. There three of us ordered colored beer. I got red, John got white, and Dan got blue, in honor of the 4th of July.
The next day I went with one of the guys to an Eric Clapton concert at the Tweeter center. We wore our red fedora hats (we always do) and we were walking toward the center when this dude on a bike rides past us and says, “I like your hats”. He was wearing a similar, but black hat, so the dude I went with, Chris, yelled back “I liked yours, too”. This wouldn’t be that particularly interesting of an event (similar things happen all the time when we’re wearing our hats because they are so … different) except for the fact that we later found out that it was the lead dude in the opening act for Eric Clapton. I think his name was Robert Randolph or something.
Anyway, the concert was good, the fireworks after were really close and cool, but we were hoping to make it to Harvard Square or the river in time to see a more elaborate show. We arrived around 11:30 to Harvard Square and nothing was going on. By the time we walked to the river it was done, too, so we finally just called it a nice around 1:30 or so.
Yesterday, I bought a digital camera (a canon powershot A75), so maybe i’ll post pictures of my apartment and the area soon.