Wednesday Night
Eileen, myself, and Brian (a friend from college who is now a brain surgeon which is very weird, I forget that now we are all grown ups and the people who I used to party with in college have serious careers) anyways...We all went out in Southie—Porto Bella, Playwright, and Tom English's Cottage—and Brian mentioned several times, "Are these people for real?" and "I feel like I'm in a movie." I forget how foreign Boston and especially South Boston is for people who are not from the Northeast (I guess I'm used to it now). My sister and her friends have said similar things when they've come to visit.