Boston isn't exactly my home, but it's one of those cities I really love to visit even if those visits are few and far between. Most of my trips consist of a drive down for the day to take in one of my all-time favorite pasttimes -- a Red Sox game. So imagine my giddiness when Double Dippin told me the Roadside Graves were going to be playing in Cambridge, just over the river. For those of you scratching your heads, wondering who the fuck the Roadside Graves are, they're the band that Jenny Jerkface's ML plays in. And I had never seen them play live.
So I emailed JJ and we decided that we HAD to meet in Bawston (as JJ likes to call it), do a little sightseeing, eating, drinking, etc. And of course, take in the Graves show. DD and I met JJ's bus at South Station and headed to our hotel - the Royal Sonesta - located where else but "down by the banks of the River Charles." A room with a view of the river to boot!
Night one - we decided to venture out into Cambridge to find a local eatery other than the chain restaurants like Cheesecake Factory and PF Chang's at the mall across the street. As we're making our way to an area supposedly with some bar/pub-type places, we witnessed an almost mugging of an old woman by some douche nugget on a ten speed. Well that old lady nearly beat the would-be mugger senseless with her bag before a guy ran across the street to help her out by pushing the idiot off his Huffy. Crisis averted. We ended up eating at the Cheesecake Factory... I know, we're big fraidy cats! In our defense there were a lot of... specific dress codes listed on the doors -- no hoodies, baseball hats, sunglasses, etc. -- which made us think people have probably gotten their asses whooped for walking in with a Yankees hat on... or being from New Jersey. And with JJ's mouth... you get the idea.
Our after-dinner drinks were had at the hotel's completely awesome outdoor bar right on the river with an amazing view of Boston. The only problem, their last call was at 11pm...huh? They were nice enough to give us travel cups for our drinks so we could bring them to our room, where that troublemaker JJ kept me up waaaaaaay past my bedtime!
The next morning was rather interesting. Not only did the temperature in our room rise like 20 degrees from the sun beating on the windows of our room, but dealing with Jenny Jerkface in the morning is about the equivalent of poking a grizzly who has just emerged from a long winter's nap...if that bear could say "where's my fucking cawfee?" She's a grouchy little midget in the morning.
We hit Faneuil Hall for some shopping and lunch. And then made our way over to the New England Aquarium which always seemed so huge to me as a kid. Not so much huge anymore, but still oodles of fun.
We decided to give ourselves the full Boston experience and take the T back to the hotel. From the Aquarium, this consisted of two lines and a shuttle. I like to think of myself as fairly schooled in riding the T but holy fucking Candid Camera moment -- the three of us trying to share one Charlie Card to get us through the turnstile -- you would've thought none of us had ever seen one. And when you swipe the Charlie Card incorrectly, it emits this awful, very loud braying sound and basically alerts everyone behind you that you are a dumb asshole who can't get through a fucking turnstile. When it came to Double Dippin's turn - she wanted to just jump the fucking thing and forget all about swiping the card! We were dying!
The Roadside Graves played at the Lizard Lounge in Cambridge -- downstairs from Cambridge Common restaurant. It's quite the cozy little venue and the bartender, oh GAWD I wish I had thought to snap a picture of him because he was fucking hawt! Picture a very muscular Christian Bale + Sons of Anarchy... I kept drinking just as an excuse to get close to him. The music was loud and he had to lean real close to hear my drink order. Yum-fucking-my!
I don't remember the names of the other two bands that played that night mostly because I was there for one reason only - the Roadside Graves. Let me tell you a secret, these guys fucking rock the muthafucking house. Their energy and enthusiasm makes it impossible to not tap your foot and bob your head. If they EVER come to your town, do yourself a favor and see them. You won't be sorry!
If this trip taught us one thing - it's that getting to Boston is a cinch and we need to make more plans to meet up here on a regular basis. To raise hell of course. "That's where you'll find me... along with fuggers, lovers and thieves." And hopefully meeting up with more of Twitarded nation in the process!
PS - We hope everyone had a safe and festive 4th of July (if you're in the US, that is!!)