A Taste of Boston Cream Pie (Part 2)

Day 2 started shockingly without a bad hangover.  After all, the clubs in Boston close at 2am and we ate pizza like there was no tomorrow.  Even after all the after-drinking and improvised karaoke singing we did in the house when we got back.  Even after the neighbor yelled at 4:30 am to "Shut the hell up 'cause people were trying to sleep and this was Cambridge!"  Nope, no hang over!

Brunch:

Imagine being the waiter to six starving queens whom are trying to be considerate but they are all but one speaking Spanish, laughing and one of them has itty gritty specifications about his food.  Meanwhile, you have like 6 other tables because probably the bitch of Becky called out and you have to cover her ass.  So you are trying to expedite, obviously not in the mood for funny banter, and this is what you are encountered with.  A table of Spanish speaking, obviously gay men of which half seem not to be from here ( I mean they have to be New Yorkers 'cause who else asks for a bun-less burger?)  Her name is Ashton, and she works at Russel Tavern on Harvard Square.  I mean, she couldn't even take our picture!  So here is the selfie that I took.  She finally smiled when she realized that this annoying group tip her ass off even when her service was mediocre.  The food was really good after all.  Lesson to be learned bitches?  Gay men are known to tip well...even bun-less eating burger ones!

The Park:

So after harassing poor Ashton we decided to go to Boston's Central Park/ Garden.  Now in hindsight this is the part where I think whatever Ashton put in our food or in Karlo's sparkling water with limes on the side took effect.  As we are walking down the park we notice two guys walk by us holding a metal tubes in between their legs.  Weird, right?  Oh but our curiosity got answered a few yards later when we kept walking and noticed to our right a group of people playing Quiditch...no MoFo I'm not making this up!  As many weirdos as we have in NY, never ever have I seen people holding tubes to pretend they were flying brooms to play the game.  Apparently, it was a league, 'cause there seem be enough bat crazy Harry Potter weirdos to support it.




After I lifted my jaw from the ground, we kept walking into the Garden area where we decided to ride the Swan boat in the lake.  Again MoFo, I ain't making this shit up and no we were not high as far as we knew even though there was a slight chance.  (Go back to annoyed waitress section.)  Although that would have made a lot more sense.  This ride was the equivalent of that Pony ride when you were little.  It took 2 seconds and you were around looking at nothing, in this case ducks and water...ohhh and a turtle.  Yes, we only saw one.  This all happening while a wedding was taking place by one of the shores of this lake...eerr...pond?  Just plain surreal.  Where in the world would you have Quiditch and a wedding that you could see from a Swan boat within feet from each other?  Not even Vegas!

South End:
So after Quiditch, Swan boats and a photo montage that looked like 90210's, we moved to the Sound End area where at Tremont we enjoyed a few Cosmos, wine and beer like the good brothers we have become.  All in all it is proven that Boston and NYC are like 2 brothers that fight all the time but that deep down love and know that can't live without each other.  I do have many great friends there which include Angel the calm architect aka Bday Boy, Eduardo the neurotic that loves to scream at you while you are dancing (reference video in previous post), and Daniel who lives in a street which smells like semen during spring due to the flowers that growon the trees found there.  I swear I am not making this up!