While some concert-goers were struggling to find their personal space among the general admission crowd, most were too busy getting their groove on to care.
While trying to squeeze my way closer to the stage at Monday night’s Lady GaGa concert, some drunk biddy with crunchy wet curls in a pair of Mudd jeans proudly displaying her muffin top spun around and yelled at me to stop touching her.
Each syllable in the name has a delectable taste that rolls off the tongue in perfect harmony, leaving one to wonder how fantastic the food must be. After two and half years of living in Boston, I was finally going to make my hajj to the locavore’s mecca: L’Espalier.
While we welcome the delightful 50 degree weather that can only mean springtime in Boston, this time of the year is pretty dreary as far as movies go. You might as well determinedly spend an afternoon on the BU beach, denying the fact that it’s still freakin’ cold, instead of escaping to the theaters.