Ripping at the Ristorante

We have to share this experience with everyone. Helida and I went out on a date last night. We used a giftcard that we received from a friend (thanks AB) at a favorite Italian restaurant in a neighboring town. The meal was very fantastic and was capped off with a delicious hot chocolate souffle'. However, we were taken back by a couple of (not-so) small disturbances. The man (I would use the word gentleman but the rest of the story will exclude him such a proper term) sitting at the table next to us farted. I would like to use the term "passed gas," but that would give the impression that he tried to contain himself. This man ripped a fart that was loud. And not just once. He did it twice. After the first time, Helida looked over in shock. The man's date gave a look to Helida that let us know that she heard and was proud. Both times. Unbelievable. We couldn't believe it ourselves. We still can't, but we know what we heard and we watched tables around ours react to the same deplorable behavior.

Preparation for a trip to Bean Town

If you plan to come and visit, this article and clip will help prepare you. http://www.bu.edu/today/2008/09/12/welcome-boston-home-gahden I still need to get the pictures from Christmas and from my recent holiday party for work. Keep checking in.