But we also braved the genuinely local scene at Sullivans across the street (complete with two inebriates attempting to pick us up as a pair) and stayed until the wee hours at Quencher's Tavern on I Street. And I think we both agreed that Southie should forget about trying to upscale its pubs and stick to dive bars. Cheaper, livelier. More real.
It was while on the stools at Quencher's that Meghann interrupted whatever gripe-ridden story I was telling to proclaim:
"I think you are ready for a major shake-up."As in job. Neighborhood. City. Church. Or something to pull me out of my sense of stagnation that feels potentially un-ending.
Two days later, and I'm still thinking about her proclamation and what might be required to have one occur, and what kind.
Because I like the idea.
Day 20 of 28: 3.25 miles
February Total: 41.01
2011 Total: 91.01