A Toast to Boston

As the events of last week unfolded JO and I felt like it was important to get back out in the city and enjoy it.  We felt like it was important to support the businesses of Boston, to be out in our city, and most importantly see our friends who had lived through the same traumatic events we had.

We headed out last night to meet up with friends at Sonsie on Newbury Street.  It was so great to be back out in the city, returning to some sort of normal routine.  It was even better when our friends arrived.  We knew they were safe but it was really nice to see them in person.  Over dinner we swapped stories of the past week.  It was nice to be able to talk to people who had really lived through the past week in a similar way to you.  These were friends who had to frantically track down loved ones to make sure they were ok.  These were friends who raced out of their apartment after the bombing to help the stranded runners.  These were friends who underwent the same "shelter in place" order you did.  There's something extremely meaningful to share experiences with people who didn't live this from afar, but were right there in the thick of things.

Dinner was delicious, and Sonsie is definitely a restaurant we'll be going back to.  After dinner, we wandered down Newbury Street looking for a place to continue the evening.   I'm pleased to say we had difficulty finding a place that had room.  Normally, this would be super annoying but I loved seeing this last night.  We finally crossed over and walked past the memorials at Boylston at Berkley.  We stopped for a minute to take it in and remember before making our way to Grille 23.

As the evening continued our conversation switched from reliving the events of the last week to more normal topics like work and upcoming weddings.

Last night was certainly not a normal night out in Boston, but it was probably the best I've ever experienced.

The evening ended with the following wisdom, "There's no growing old when you live in the city."