Silly drunks . . . There weren’t as many as I am used to seeing in the square, but there was plenty of food available. The Fenway faithful street sausages were out in full force tonight. We didn’t have one, but it was clearly the popular/only choice at this time in the morning. I spoke to a police officer after we got the shot of this girl falling over, and he told me there was no such offense as public intoxication in MA. I just gained a little respect back for the state that doesn’t sell alcohol before noon on Sundays and closes all bars by 2AM. Not a lot of respect, but just a little.
Sausageless, we jumped in the RAV-4 and headed for more refined fare at the 2:00 AM stop of 24 in 24: Boston . . .