GNO: A Night in Jail

I suspected early on in our relationship that it might come to this. After twenty-five years of hijinks, what else could a policeman, a librarian, a health agent, an artist, a journalist, and a homeschool mother expect from our midsummer Girls Night Out?  Sadly, our night in jail was not for any form of civil disobedience, but rather spent at the Liberty Hotel, formerly the old Charles St. jail in Boston. Happily.
Beginning at the spectacular 90 foot rotunda and ending at the dungeon-like bar, Alibi, we thoroughly enjoyed our romp through the erstwhile jail which, in its day, played host to notables such as James Michael Curley, Malcolm X, and Sacco and Vanzetti. The dinner was excellent, and my drink, the Charles St., was divine (gin, lavender bitters, and cucumber water).  The patrons milling about seemed to cover an impressive range of ages, and everyone seemed right at home there.  If you’re ever in the area, I recommend stopping by at least for a drink.
The Charles St., with Patrick's naan with prosciutto, white truffle oil, arugula, and a hint of cinnamon, in the background. Yum.

So how does one possibly cap off such a terrific evening with old friends?  Why, by singing to ‘til your throat hurts at the Grease sing-a-long, of course!

It seems the older I get, the more I am delighted with the young John Travolta's dancing.
There are worse things I could do.

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