Boston Tea Party Reenactment!

The Boston Tea Party Reenactment is held every year to honor and celebrate the historic event that was one of many important events that led to the Revolutionary War. It is held in the Old South Meeting House, the same building that housed the meetings of the revolutionaries long ago, and recreates the town meeting held on the night of December 16th in 1773. The audience got a chance to interact in the meeting with the actors, acting as citizens of Boston--either Loyalists or Patriots. By the end of it, we were all yelling Huzzah! or Fy! or HISSSSSS! in unison, as we cheered on the town meeting.


The reenactment ended with a retelling of the actual events involved with the Boston Tea Party, as the Patriots dressed as Native Americans and ransacked the tea aboard the ship in port. Afterwards, I wandered outside with the crowd and caught a few photos of the Old South Meeting House in snow (see below).






With a flash.




Without.

Skating, Skating

To bring in the winter and holiday spirit, Catie, Doug, and I went for a skate in Cambridge a couple weeks before Christmas. To entice all skaters out of their cozy and warm houses, the rink offered free skating for the whole day and evening. We dressed in our brightest garb and hopped on the ice to practice our moves.









Luckily, there were few people there, so we all had a chance to really spread out. Made for some inventive skating, to be sure. We topped off the evening with some hot steamers and ice cream at a great coffee shop, Toscanini's.

And Now For The True First Snow

And to think I was excited about a measley quarter inch of snow (see previous post)! I could hardly believe my eyes when the snow began to accumulate on the streets of Boston. Big snow flakes wafted through the sky as I sat at my desk at work, and before I knew it, the entire city was covered in a sparkling white blanket! People left early for work and cars were caught in gridlock for hours....luckily, however, I don't have a car. (: So I walked from work to the subway and got a chance to romp through the growing mounds of snow.





All the while, I could only think of my once-beloved dessert, the snow cone--It was as if a shaved ice machine got caught in the on position! And a beautiful quiet calm accompanied the snow, as the cars slowed and the sounds of the city were absorbed into the white. It was all so lovely. Well, until it melted.