The Boston Tear Party

Nothing could top my finding out that a boyfriend of mine who was in Chile for a year had returned and did not contact me upon his arrival to the U.S. It had been a few months since his homecoming and I had learned he was back and actually enjoying a Celtics game at the old "Garden" in Boston.
I proceeded to throw back a couple (hundred) glasses of wine. After the liquid courage, I felt we should probably speak to one another right away. I hailed a cab, arrived at the entrance, and entered the Garden Read more