Much sinning occurred at the club called Saint. And dancing. Sinning and dancing.
Have pictures–some I can even show you.
We got back to our room around 3:00 a.m. Maria’s Loinfruit (Stephanie) and I ordered a pizza. Well, she ordered a pizza and french fries then yelled at the room-service guy when he said they don’t do fries that late. ‘WHAT? WHO DOESN’T DO FRIES FOR LATE NIGHT ROOM SERVICE?’ Um, well, the Lenox Room service, that’s who.
This morning we were up and at ’em early. I met fellow Fictionistas blogger, Chrissy. We had a lovely gossip over breakfast and coffee. Had the nicest time. Wish I could’ve spent more time with her, but Maria, Loinfruit, and I had a Duck Tour Appointment.
OMG. The Duck Tour. What a riot. Everyone should do a Duck Tour of Boston. Go. Now. Make a reservation.
I’ll post pics when I get home. Now I’m going to warm up and rest (it is as cold as a witch’s titty in a brass bra here today). We’re having dinner tonight and then I fly home tomorrow.
Boston is a beautiful town. It’s weird, I’m not really a “history” girl, but every time we pass a beautiful piece of architecture or something from the set of JOHN ADAMS I think, “Wow. History is here.”
It’s true.
BTW, I haven’t seen Matt Damon yet, but I promise, I’m looking.


