Day 3: A julep at the 52nd floor

I'm Adam Sell and I have two months left before I leave Boston. My challenge? Do something in the city every day. Have ideas for my adventure? Send me an email.

There's this little building up by Copley Square. Pretty tall, has a T stop under it. Something with a 'P'. Perfunctory...palindrome...prejudicial...Prudential, that's it.

And there's this restaurant up on the top floor of this little building. You might have heard of it — it's called the "Top of the Hub". Fifty-two floors above street level, you can sip a mojito and take in the view. Someone told me you could see clear to the Cape from up there. Maybe you can — if there's not a thundershower passing through right when you exit the elevator.

Two friends and I made the ear-popping trip up to the bar in the sky for a couple pre-Fourth cocktails.

Yes, even the martini glasses were swanky. (Swanky's a fun word. I pledge to use it more often.)

A jazz quartet set up camp in the far corner of the lounge, but I admit I hardly noticed them; the view was that pretty. And, well, there were several illicit displays of fireworks that were a bit more captivating.

You can make the boy dress up all and get all cultured, but he's still gonna "ooh" and "ahh" at the pretty explosions.