Night 1 Boston - The Burren

This was always going to be messy, it had been two and a half years since I'd met with J and Cha and almost three since seeing Seanin and Fabe. Oh wo go jo, ill drink 20 pints got nuthin on us.

Arrived in The Burren, Davis Sq. Sommerville, Boston, not far off twelve midnight, Trad Starr puts down the guitar and the holiday begins!

Im not sure that The Burren was really ready for what decended on a Wednesday night on a school night, Trad Starr kicking off preceedings with five Jagermeister (quickest way to consume 56 herbs i think the saying goes, and to poison yourself) and five pints.

Of course when this crew gets together, we dont do things in halfs, so another round of shots and another round of pints, followed by you guessed it another full round of the same, and then J, was not going to be left out, but what goes down, sometimes must come up, Cha managed to sink his shot, then put it back in the glass before hitting the toilets, casualty number one!

Fair play, he managed to come back and regroup, before it was time to head back to the lads 2 bed apartment. Why didnt somebody tell me that the pubs in Boston shut at 130am ?