james, put your shirt on

Some jellies in the New England Aquarium, in Boston, this past Saturday.

I spent a few days in Boston over Labor Day weekend, hanging out with Val, and exploring a handful of neighborhoods in the area.

• After a few rounds of sake bombs and $1 hotdogs, Val and I went to a Pet Shop Boys show at the House of Blues.  The super-enthusiastic crowd at the show, combined with high-budget staging made it a lot of fun; the opposite end of the spectrum from a punk show in an illegal Brooklyn basement.  After the show, we met up with Susan, Sammy, Stefan, and Joanne for a second dinner and some drinks, at Beer Works.

Val’s roommate Hyeon’s dog, Buster.

South Boston, down the street from a hole-in-the-wall seafood place we found.

“We want you to come out and join us. The restaurant’s got a lot of different stuff.  You can have chicken. You can have chicken! James, put your shirt on.” – overheard phone conversation in South Boston, a woman with a terribly raspy voice from smoking over the years.

Low tide in East Boston.

“East Boston’s fine as long as we go in there I Am Legend style: you can hunt during the day, but should get the f— out of there before nightfall.” – Val


Meanwhile, back in Brooklyn, NY.