32 Reasons Why I Love Boston
As we are surely aware, my beloved city of Boston suffered tragedy yesterday as [an as yet undetermined person or organization who I hope chokes on a bag of dicks] set off a few bombs near the finish line of the Boston Marathon. Now. I could focus on being angry and sad, but it doesn't change what happened. And I get the contingent of people who say, "Oh, a bomb went off in a crowded public place? Here, that's called "Tuesday"," though really, people, that sort of self-righteous cynicism only adds to the outrage so until tempers cool, do us all a favor and STFU.Until we figure out who did it and ran, I don't feel like I'm qualified to add fuel to the socio-cultural-impact fire. I didn't lose a loved one or know anyone who was injured. I just hate senseless violence and so, I am sad.So rather than focusing on the glum and the negative (I'll let the various investigative departments worry about that), I figured I'd look at some of the many, many reasons that Boston kicks ass. This is in no way a comprehensive list but rather, one comprised of the photos I have handy. You can argue about what belongs on here all you'd like and I'll welcome it, but I maintain: it is because of things like these that Boston kicks ass.The MFA.
The Big Noodle.
This.
This staircase.
Cuervo Games.
The Feast of St. Joseph.
This street performer.
And this one.
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Feasting at The Green Dragon.
And live music at The Black Rose.
The T.
The Citgo sign.
This harbor tour boat.
Boston Harbor at night.
Rehearsals for Shakespeare in the Park.
Donkeys.
One badass dude on a horse.
This lady.
The Sam Adams Brewery Tour.
The Hancock Building.
The surreally beautiful Public Garden.
The North End.
This.
Eric Clapton's boat.
World's saddest snowman.
Whale watches.
The wall of saints.
The skyline at sunset.
