Do We Look Like Tourists?

My brother and sister-in-law were visiting and we walked around everywhere in Boston yesterday, not having a clue where we were or where we were going. What a great feeling.

So do we? Look like you know? We're not wearing tube socks.

Here we are at the Massachusetts State House. The horse's ass behind us is part of the General Hooker entrance to the grand edifice (it has a gold dome and I call that grand). I said I preferred to go in by the Specific Call Girl entrance, but this seemed faster. (probably every third visitor makes that same joke)

This is another part of the State House and we are right in front of the JFK statue. No one is allowed in this area generally, but our very good buddy, Officer XXXXXXXXX, let us in there. He even took our picture. We promised not to get him fired.

So do we?

Be honest.

What about right now? This is an early apartment of JFK's across from the State House. There's no plaque or anything, but the cop across the street said that when the Duck tours go by, they announce it, so we figured it was true or at least worth a picture. Can't you picture me waiting for Jack to show up? Just to check the minutes from today's meeting.

WHY WE LOOK LIKE TOURISTS

Continual questions about JFK

Continual questions about Cheers

Blisters

WHY WE DON'T LOOK LIKE TOURISTS

No tube socks

No maps

No worries

Sometimes you get thirsty when you're a tourist.

Sometimes, reluctantly, you have to consult a m-m-m-you know what I'm trying to say. I look like I'm throwing myself across this one. We were on our pub crawl by then.

But the day ended well.

It almost makes me want to smoke a cigar.

A bientot, dear reader.

love,

becky