Kira and I are due to be in Boston this weekend, with a planned jaunt to the Encore Boston Harbor for some slot machine madness and a dinner at Red 8. We have no business being in a casino, since neither of us has a clue as to how to gamble or play any of the games, but it will doubtless be another adventure where we at least have fun in our ignorant state of bliss together. It’s what we do, and it’s what we’ve done for the past twenty-four years.
Looking back over that time, it dawns on me how many evenings we’ve spent at the condo, readying for a night out, or returning early for a night in, and through it all we’ve managed to find enjoyment and entertainment in our own company, the way good friends usually do.
Whether it’s donning ridiculous headgear for a winter walkabout, or ducking along shaded corridors in a stifling heatwave, we manage to peruse Boston and have a wonderful time doing so, mainly because of the company we have kept. Today we’re off on a new adventure, another chapter to add to our book of Boston bacchanalia.
