Into The Weeds

Summer technically ended over a week ago, but I think that this weekend can be considered the effective last weekend of summer here in New England. The Red Sox finish their pitifully disappointing season today, and the weather will quickly take a turn to fall and winter. This dude known as Lopez, Mike’s friend from college, was in town this weekend with his lady friend, who introduced us to another friend of hers that happens to live in the area, and there was much fun to be had — including the Scottographer and LBJ as well.

Friday night, we joined up in the north end for some good times, ending up at Hurricane O’Reilly’s for the evening. For some reason, lately I’ve been driving to places lately instead of taking the subway. This is probably because I have no desire to necessarily worry about rushing to the station by 12:30am, when the trains stop running. There was much drinking, and certain members of our party may have over-indulged a bit, but shall remain nameless. Luckily, I had driven and laid off the booze, so was able to shuttle said partygoers back home safely.

I had no idea that Harpoon had a brewery here in Boston, and Saturday started with a long afternoon of beer and music at the Harpoon Oktoberfest (“poonfest” in first picture below). We met up with Melissa (in picture below with Mike) and had several beers of various varieties after taking a stroll through the brewery. I was a fan of the UFO Hefeweizen, but I know that certain folks bear some sort of animosity towards unfiltered wheat beer. After the poonfest we ventured back to the North Station area and were able to just get to Harp early enough to get in before the line stopped moving. This was good, because The Zoo was (were?) playing, and it was a heck of a good show. Unfortunately, a downside was that Kristy (my wife) was working this weekend, so missed all the festivities. Alas, it’s back to work tomorrow, and onwards to fall.