Why is one of the simplest words in the English language sometimes so hard to say? Whether we’re riding the subway, walking down the street, or waiting for a drink at a crowded bar, we’re constantly surrounded with the potential to spark a conversation with strangers, and yet we hesitate, unsure of the outcome, and we pass on, nestled into the familiarity of a book, our own solidarity, a cocktail. And when it comes to matters of the heart? Those first words can be even harder. This is Boston, after all; we’re known for our (mostly) cold temperatures and cold shoulders alike.
But we know it feels like when a ‘What If?’ turned into a ‘Wow!’. We’ve all taken many first steps in our lives; it’s the only way to move forward. As one of my yoga instructors would phrase it: we have to empty out in order to fill again. (Or something like that.)
I’m not perfect, but I have a long-term relationship with adrenaline. I love the thrill that accompanies a first date, even if it ends in disaster. I like exploring different neighborhoods and the delight that comes with discovering a new-to-me restaurant. I’m a travel bug, for sure. I even enjoy going out by myself, as I chronicled in a recent story. Most of all, I enjoy sharing my experiences with my friends—and now, with the Boston.com community.
So welcome to Let’s Go Out, a place where I’ll share insider tips from my own after-dark adventures in the city, stumbles and all—and, in turn, I hope, encourage you to take your own. Sometimes, our adventures begin with a first step. Sometimes, they start with a hello.
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