Sue and I made our way over to the BofA Pavillion along the waterfront, and more and more I'm getting so fed up with Boston's glitterati. The cafe on Rowe's Wharf looked like the entire cast to "Let Them Eat Cake." People dressed to the nines (whatever the hell that means.) Cross the bridge over Fort Point Channel, and then at least people start looking more...kind.
Crazy-looking people at the non-concert, sporting some nice body art. Makes me start thinking about my next tat. Working back on my original shooting star theme.
Thinking of something along these lines, with three more smaller stars sprinkled around it.
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