mm, who doesn’t love an 8:45 flight on a saturday morning after a night of fireball jell-o shots at the boss’ holiday party? ah, i knew i wasn’t the only one! this morning my coworker vinh and i hopped aboard delta flight 104 and shut our eyes on the two and half hour trip up to boston. we arrived a little early, were picked up by his brother-in-law, and whisked away to his childhood home.
vinh was born and raised in boston, attended tufts university, and often comes back to visit his hometown. the neighborhood of dorchester is his stomping grounds, and it was a treat to get to see the town where he grew up and spent his younger days making memories. i’ve never been to boston, and a few months ago i heard the band the 1975 was touring in the states. i was going to miss their atlanta show because i was out of town, but i saw they were going to be performing in boston. well, that about sealed the deal for me. i called up vinh and asked him if he’d like to go to the concert with me and show me around his city. his agreement was nearly instant, and so my boston adventures began!