makers and gingerale

Where to begin... well we really do love Boston. We're pretty surprised about it since Boston was never on our "wish list" of cities in the first place. Its absolutely beautiful. Since we finally have jobs we figured it was ok to go out on the town Saturday night. We went to the Prixe Fix dinner at Aquitane, a restaurant on the south side a few blocks from South End Buttery (Rachel's restaurant). After an extremely disappointing meal (still a good time because we judged it together) we decided to keep our night going and to go to Buttery for a drink. Partly because we wanted a drink and partly because I wanted to see the place. It really is adorable. Almost as if Rach and I would open it ourselves. It's elegant but homey with a fire place in the downstairs dining room. The primary color of the restaurant is brown which we always like for some reason. We sat at the bar and I met all the new coworkers, all of which seemed super sweet and really fun. We ordered a round of drinks for ourselves. While we were sipping at chatting with each other, Liz came upstairs and I finally met the Columbian lesbian who has been training Rachel. She's hilarious and a huge smart ass. I liked her immediately. She said it was a little slow tonight and she'd try to get cut so we could all go get a drink elsewhere. With the perspective of our first friend on the horizon, we decided to stick around and have another drink. As this drink is sipped the restaurant and our spirits begin to pick up. Liz comes over and mentions going out again when they're done. Well we like our seats here at the Buttery so why would we wait for her at another bar where we know no one? Another round. And just to be clear... we're not drinking beer or wine. We were probably at that bar for a good four hours. Wow, looking back it didn't seem that long. We were having a really great time with each other. Rachel and I haven't been out just the two of us in a very very long time. It was nice to be reminded that we can sit and talk for five hours straight with no effort or pauses. Well finally the servers are done and the two of us, Liz and another server Whitney go down the street for a few drinks. We play "get to know you" and have a great time. We go outside and get ready to leave when someone Liz knows shows up. "Let's have one more drink!" says Liz. "Hey! Why not! Let's go! Everybody in!" We stand at the bar and watch Liz order for us. I've been very careful all night to stick to one liquor. Three shots of tequila show up on the bar. Rach and I stopped talking and stared in horror as flashbacks of college nights flickered behind our eyes. "Welcome to Boston" Liz raises hers to toast. Down they go. People really ought to stop drinking tequila shots after twenty two years old. Rachel and I locked eyes and we used the remaining strength and balance we had to keep the shots in a downward path towards our stomachs. It was a rough battle for both of us but luckily, the fermented agave obeyed the laws of gravity and settled into our bodies with promises of torture in the morning. At that moment the lights in the bar came on. It was 2 o clock. Lovely, our first night out and we close a bar. We all decided it would be a safer and less expensive plan that the two of us sleep at Liz's house. We stop and get some random, open-late Chinese food and bring it home. We eat the greasy food and climb into the extra bed. Liz has to be at work at 8:45 so we get up around 8, tequila keeping it's promise and ride the train home. When we got home we plopped into bed for three hours and woke up in time to go to the Bills back bar at Fenway to watch some football. Even though I felt much better after sleeping, I didn't drink and sipped on water while I watched the first Sunday football game of the season while gazing out onto the Red Socks baseball field. It was pretty nice. After the game Rachel and I decided to go grocery shopping. We were in the store for over an hour. We LOVE grocery shopping. We've been on a pretty healthy kick lately so we promised each other that we wouldn't get that drunk again and we looked at the nutrition label of everything we bought. Back on track! Tonight I have to leave poor Rachel home while I go to work at Clio. I have a few more days of training, which doesn't bother me since I don't know what I'm doing, and my first day of official work is Saturday. Saturday. Are they nuts? The busiest night? I better train hard till then! -lj