Another Saturday Night

Steve and I haven’t had a Saturday night off together in a long time so when it happened this Saturday night we decided to make the most of it and go out. My Boston Best friend (BBF) really wanted to go she a band that she had really liked in college and was here playing downtown. So this is how we found ourselves standing outside of Fanuiel Hall in the semi-chilly spring air waiting to get into to a packed bar while BBF assured us “this band rocks!”

“Um, what kind of band is?” Steve asked.

“They are a cover band,” she replied and could probably see Steve making a face at this answerer. “But their really really really good.” She reassured us again.

Once in the bar we were surrounded by people most likely in their early 20’s. Girls were wearing dresses that were multicolored and a little premature for the spring weather, the guys were all wearing stripped button up shirts. I felt like we looked out of place. It seemed that between Steve, BBF, and myself we had raised the median age of the place up a few years.

“Try not to think about the age difference and start getting drunk” was BBF’s recommendation. So Steve and I followed with gusto. A few drinks in the band started to play and they did rock (or at least it seemed like they did).

We swayed to the music, we sang along, and before we knew it the lights in the bar came on. We wondered our way out of the bar into the night with all the college kids to start to compete for a taxi cab home.