Alan Ilagan

Being that I’m only in Boston once or twice a month, keeping a fully-stocked fridge (or even half-stocked for that matter) is a wasteful thing. Hence our breakfast on Saturday morning consisted of a single clementine (brought from NY) and a cup of tea. At least, until we reached The Pour House. Then it was salt and grease aplenty. We hadn’t been to that… ahem, establishment… since a John Hancock work outing in the late 90’s. And it looked like absolutley nothing had changed.

When it was time to meet up with Kira, the rain had started, and a mist shrouded the upper floors of the John Hancock building. Dinner was cozy enough at Club Cafe, where this ginger peach cocktail kept the damp chill of the evening at a safely warm distance. Haze of mist, haze of drink, enough so that we don’t have to think…

One of the best ways to begin a weekend in Boston is with a glass of white wine in the late afternoon. Awaiting the arrival of my friend Kira, I sipped on this one, while the lights outside the window began to twinkle.

Our task was simple: scope out some possible locations of post-party eats and drinks in the event that JoAnn’s birthday revelers wish to go out after our little gathering at the condo.

As is often the case, the anticipation and the moments leading up to everything were the most delicious…

Having just returned from a weekend in Boston, I am spent and tired, but the ride back was sunny and speedy. More on the weekend tomorrow. For now, rest and refreshment.

Who’s the fairiest of them all?

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…Blinding light…