The more infantile of my brothers
Happy 14th No. 25-52
I should explain – I’m not actually very good with “important dates” in relationships, but in the course of making fun of myself for it, we started remembering and sometimes doing something for our “special day”. Of course, I didn’t remember what day it was until after dinner, so all of our awesome adventures were just a coincidence, but it’s the thought that counts!
This particular 14th, we happened to be in Boston, and decided that it just wouldn’t be a trip to Boston without eating seafood, specifically from the oldest continuously operating restaurant in the U.S. – the Union Oyster House. It was Adrian’s first time having oysters and it was a good time, even if I can’t eat more than a few before getting totally freaked out. Despite Kathy’s warnings about terrible driving conditions in Boston, we had an easy trip and got a parking spot right in front of the place, from which I snapped that picture. Awesome.
We also went to the amazing Museum of Fine Arts, walked around the Faneuil Hall Marketplace, and did a little dining and shopping on Newbury Street. All this in addition to visiting my darling sister at Boston College. A successful trip, I’d say.
More to come later about our weekend jaunt. I promise.