Right when I got off the highway and into Boston, I called Kate to ask where I should meet her. Answering the phone, she barely managed to slur a hello. Turns out a few hours earlier, she had been trying to light a match without removing it from the matchbook (kids, let this be a lesson) and the whole book ignited burning her hand pretty badly. She and her roommate Erin promptly headed to the bar across the street to try to ease the pain. By the time I showed up - she was definitely no longer feeling any pain. Here's Kate right after we got back to her place. ˆ kate hill ˆ best ˆ drunk ˆ flower ˆ

And here's Kate eight minutes later passed the fuck out. ˆ kate hill ˆ couch ˆ drunk ˆ passed out ˆ

What's up it's only 4:30pm? Haha! ˆ kate hill ˆ me ˆ drunk ˆ passed out ˆ

The next day we walked all over Boston, and then on the way back to Kate's stopped at the "BU beach" to enjoy the nice weather. ˆ kate hill ˆ park ˆ

Reconciliation. ˆ kate hill ˆ me ˆ best ˆ

Here's Kate wearing "The Hat." (She had left this in my car like 2 years ago and I found it my hatchback buried under a ton of shit.) SEXXXY! ˆ kate hill ˆ hat ˆ

Later that night, Kate, Erin, their friend who's name I've since forgotten (sorry) and myself all headed over to StartBoston to say hi to Gibby and rock out to a Smiths cover band that were playing in honor of Morrisey's Birthday . ˆ kate hill ˆ taxi ˆ

Kate and me. ˆ kate hill ˆ me ˆ sunburn ˆ

Um, guy-whose-name-I-forgot and Erin.

Taxi ride home. ˆ kate hill ˆ taxi ˆ

Note my red-ass, totally sunburned face. ˆ kate hill ˆ me ˆ sunburn ˆ

After spending the afternoon collecting the sun's energy with my face, I decided to impress the ladies by releasing a red, wavy death-ray from my eyes. ˆ kate hill ˆ me ˆ laser ˆ taxi ˆ

Wah-wiggity wasted. ˆ kate hill ˆ me ˆ drunk ˆ taxi ˆ

Good luck on the Left Coast, Kate Hill! The end. ˆ kate hill ˆ me ˆ taxi ˆ