Last night I got out of work at 5 and Kel came to meet me. We sat on the deck at the Rattlesnake and ate some food and had some cocktails. Then we walked down to Cactus Club and drank a giant $18 cocktail. It was blue, and far too sweet. From there we went to Crossroads on Beacon Street, an Irish bar. I had a black & tan. We then decided to go to Cambridge. We walked over the bridge. The sun was low in the sky, a fleet of sailboats made its way back to the boathouse in uniform fashion and the Charles River glistened. I had never walked over the Mass Ave. bridge before. We kept walking, all the way to Central Square, when we began to look for a bar. Suddenly we heard the beating of many drums and Kel joked, "I wanna go there!" We went inside and walked up the stairs and found ourselves standing in front of a sweating, pulsating room. There was so much energy. We went inside. A long row of men sat, playing bongos and other drums and dancers of all shapes and sizes, colors and ethnicities moved across the floor. We were entranced.
When we finally left we had a couple drinks at The Field, an Irish pub on Prospect, then Kate brought us over to Cantab Lounge for live music. We danced the whole night away. Incredible fun.
Right now I'm in the park with Nicholas, who is sleeping. Tonight is our first African dance class at Dance Complex in Cambridge.
-LL-
This was one of those magical summer nights in Boston when our little world was simply perfect.
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