Boston

Well Boston has officially been added to one of my favorite cities. A successful guy's trip would be an understatement. The food is good, the beer is better, and the people have been super nice.

I set 2 goals for myself on this trip; 1) climb, mount, and conquer Paul Revere's statue & 2) meet, mount and conquer a natural redhead. On the first night I was here, Tim & I were able to check my first goal off my list. Last night I checked off the 2nd*.

Why the asterisk you ask?! Well allow me explain. I walk into this bar in North Boston because I have to piss real bad. Now I normally wouldn't frequent this type of bar because it's comparable to Loggia or Blu. Well after taking a leak, I walk over to the bar to get a beer. Within seconds this brunette is pointing at me and smiling. I wave. A moment later I'm being greeted by her naturally-ginger, freckled- skin friend. She asked me how tall I was and I replied appropriately. She was hooked. Her friends took a liking to mine, but her eyes never left mine. She asked me the same 4 questions about 17 times. What's your name? Where are you from? How old are you? What do you do? That's when I knew she either had short-term memory loss or he was extremely intoxicated. I remembered her name so she granted me a kiss. It was sloppy but I didn't care. If you know me and redheads, you understand. We made out at the bar for at least an hour. That's when she invited me back to her place to hang out. I thought about it LONG & HARD but decided against it for 2 reasons; 1) My friends had all separated and I didn't want to leave any behind & 2) I didn't have a condom. Something about sleeping with a girl I had just met who forgot my name the better half of 20 times didn't sit well with me. I let her and her friends go, and got her number just so she wouldn't feel totally rejected. All in all it was a fun night and did wonders for my ego.

My Boston trip was a success. Now time for Vegas.