A Taste Of Boston Cream Pie (Part 1)

What makes a Boston cream pie great is that famous filling.  While some might find it bland, others might find it too sweet but what its true about it is that once you have a little of it you want to eat the whole thing.  And that was exactly my experience this past weekend when I visited Boston...let's just say I didn't have pie but had great taste of the city!
                                                               
The Arrival:
I left NYC saturday morning on a bus to Boston to stay at my friend Angel's for his birthday.  I met my friend Karlo at 34 street early in the morning and hoped in the bus.  After what seemed like 4 hours of the most uncomfortable seat in bus history we arrived to Boston and took the "T" to Cambridge Harvard Square where our friends were supposed to pick us up.  You might think that there they were waiting for us at the station but instead told us to meet inside Harvard's actual campus.  So you can only imagine this 2 New Yorkers in the middle of this campus with our scarves, boots, and glasses looking like we were going to a club at 1 in the afternoon ...I mean we looked like Romy and Michelle, waaayyy out of place!  The area was way too packed for a saturday morning; there was a protest of some hotel ran by Harvard and in the middle there was an improvised stage with a band singing what I thought was DoWoop. I wouldn't bet my life on it though. All I could think was: aren't you all supposed to be studying? Isn't it almost finals season?  I mean, you have to much time in your hands to be protesting about some non-union part time job at a hotel that you probably won't care about in a month when you graduate and move to NYC for your high end job!  So thru a sea of sweatpants and shorts we met our friends and left.

The Party:
Technically we started drinking at 4pm when our way to the supermarket we decided to make a pit stop for a pint of beer at some random Irish pub. When in Rome....Curious detail about the pub?  It had a Leprachaun's door painted with chalk on the wall.  I thought: these people don't need drugs to trip, they drink themselves to it!
The next few hours went quick with a mix of cooking, drinking, 4 queens sharing one bathroom, more drinking and the arrival of the guests.  The theme was Latin Retro, I honestly felt bad for all of those non-Spanish speakers.  Not only they had to suck it up and listen to music in a different language from the past (note: Retro is only funny if you lived it) but have to watch it projected on a wall.  Thank God for all the alcohol.  But the peak of the party came when Luis decided to bring 2 wigs out that he had carried all the way from NYC; one of Peg Bundy and one of Dolly Parton.

After a few vodkas, rum drinks, and god knows what else, I decided to channel the Latin diva Iris Chacon in what ended up in an impromptu drag show of the night. I was really trying to give Angel something to remember his birthday by...apparently the WHOLE party got something to remember the party by.  The party ended up shortly after when the police came to the door after a noise compliant.  After all, the GAYS have invaded Cambridge in this tiny house full of around 25 gay men and 2 girls. (If you ask any of the girls contrary to your belief it was probably their biggest nightmare.  I mean 25 men just paying attention to each other  instead of you? Think about it.)  So in our responsible drunken state we decide to go to a club to dance....

The Club:
At this point everything was a blur....people dancing, kissing, shirtless at one point, drinking....let's just let the following video do the talking....

 To be continued....