What-a-fun-time-but-I-might-be-dead, or Jay's visit, day 2

What a fun day yesterday! We fiddled around with technology until noon (with Laura's coffee & donut reinforcements) and then headed downtown for some fun. First, we bummed around Chinatown and then had some deeeeeee-licious treats at the Grand Chau Chow. We all shared some spicy eggplant, a sizzling seafood hotpot, some dry-fried squid, and some crispy aromatic shrimp.




We made our way to the Boston Common and the Boston Gardens (Note proper use of plural).




Then we all went shopping as we made our way to the Prudential Center, which is a 52-story building from which you can see Vermont. Jay, Lori and Jim all bought some new duds.













In the tower, we all had grown-up drinks like Martinis and Manhattans, and Laura got a great shot of Fenway Park. Even though this blog is not about baseball I will post it.







Now things start to get a bit dicey. We went to a bar, called The Rattlesnake, for drinks, and where I will later consume ten mini-tacos. I will let the pictures do the talking.



Nice pic of me (taken from Laura's cute, pink, new camera)







Jay and I engaging in Frottage (ask Hector, if you don't know what this means).







I'll spare you the debauchery of the camera wars, but lets say there was tequila involved, as you can see from Jay's pucker. Please note the annoyed Bostonian with hand over face.

All hell broke loose, Jay and I crashed a bridal party (I'm sure you'll see video footage on his blog), and somehow we made our way home. This is not the end, Jay's after-hours blogging reveals a chilling tale of self-betrayal.

The morning times, as predicted, resulted in sentiments like "Pray for Mojo." Also, you lucky readers now get to see another pic of Laura and p.j.'s. Though it may seem like she's in pain in this picture, Jay is conspicuously absent and I am taking a rape shower.





























Come on Mojo, do your happy dance