Chowder

Day: 124

We all got up kind of late, after the late night in a thoroughly sweaty mosh pit (in which all of our shirts were completely soaked through with sweat) and some crowd surfing for me it was really needed. When I finally did manage to get up, I turned on my computer and started looking for some place to stay tonight in Boston. Aaron has his lady friend, Lei Lani, flying out to join him and they got a swanky downtown hotel (which was a little pricey for Matt, Chad, and I), so that left me to find a bargain in Boston. I searched the internet and found Fenway hostel with a private three bed room for $89. The cheapest on anything in the city. Unfortunately they have no room for Friday night so we our on our own after our Red Sox vs. Angels game on Friday, but that’s future Rob’s problem, so we just headed into Boston for the night.

Getting all checked into our assorted hostel and hotels, the four of us went in search of the perfect Boston clam chowder. We tried assorted varieties from a number of fine establishments, and wandered the streets looking at famous sights like the “Cheers” bar(they didn’t actually know my name by the way, they just tried to sell me a bunch of over-priced junk), the brick buildings in the surrounding area, and the big park in the center of downtown.

Still exhausted from last night we dropped Aaron off at his hotel somewhere around six, stole a bag of ice from the hotels ice machine and headed back to our hostel for a nap before another night out. Lei Lani had missed her plane and had to get the next one, she wasn’t going to make it until after midnight.