The Boston Iced Tea Party
Yes, I did go and buy Iced Tea specifically for that gag.
I don’t remember this place at all from when I was a kid travelling with the family, so I had no idea to expect. My knowledge of the place only really extends as far as the Tea Party, Boston Celtics, Irish people and the Dropkick Murphys. I’ve now come to realise that my limited knowledge and expectation probably stems from the fact that there really isn’t much here in the first place. Again, rich history, but beyond that it could almost be any other city.
Now if there’s one thing I know about religion, it’s that St Anthony is apparently the ‘Patron Saint of Finding Stuff’. Or at least that’s what mum reckons. So I rock up to Boston on the 3rd (and last) day of ‘St Anthony’s Feast’ a massive celebration where all the wogs of Boston come out to make food that is so good it defies logic. I figure mum’s been praying that St Anthony find me some good tucker.
Also, since when is Boston full of Italians? Where are the Irish?
Anyway, here’s some pictures of the street festival and a random Boston street:
I’ve also been noticing street art a ton more now after having seen Exit Through The Gift shop… I even had a dream I saw Banksy doing his thing somewhere in Chicago. Anyway, here’s one of the Obey/Andre The Giant paintings I’ve seen through Boston:
Today I kinda struggled to find things to do with myself, until I remembered the Samuel Adams brewery is in Boston, and they have free tours. Free tours that end with free beer. Amazing, I know right?! Jordan and I swiftly made our way south to check it out.
That little guy is loving it here in Boston, being green and all he feels like he really fits in. Here he is showing his support for his (and my) favourite basketballer, Larry “Legend” Bird.
And now a few more pictures that I can’t be bothered writing paragraphs about:
And if the original ice tea joke wasn’t good enough for you, take your complaints to this guy: