Day 59: Buzzing with anticipation...

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.

Hopefully that will be the only supremely corny insect-related joke I make during this entry, but don't get your hopes up. As my Project winds down and my departure from Boston date looms, I've been taking any chance I get to see friends of mine. Tonight's activity, as a result, was something that I could bring several people to, we could chat and catch some live music, and it was eminently accessible. If you've been reading this blog for a while, you've probably guessed by now that it was also a bar.

A jazz bar, in fact. While jazz has traditionally not been my thing, I thought I could do worse than to pull a button-down from the recesses of my closet and play a bohemian for an evening. (But not too bohemian - I still wore jeans and sneakers.) And on the suggestion of a few friends, the Beehive and its classy ways drew my attention. So after three friends and I brushed the dirt off our shoulders, we soldiered down Tremont Street and into the "it" bar next to the BCA.

Now, we arrived at about 9:15. Kinda late for dinner, especially on a work/school night. But the waitstaff told us it would be a 30-40 minute wait for a table if that's what we wanted to do. Well, this place was hopping, as my father would put it. Rather than bum around for the better part of an hour with nothing to do, we chose to just hang out by the bar downstairs and wait for the jazz trio to start their thing. We bantered back and forth, we toasted to "59 down, 1 to go", and we stared at a particular painting in the corner. It was a couch, but it was painted in such a way that we weren't sure if the couch was felt or paint. (It was paint, which goes to show how well-done it was.)

The decor was interesting, with chandeliers and exposed plumbing above us, and eclectic art on the walls. The light fixtures gave me a bit of a Phantom of the Opera vibe, but nothing fell down, so it was all good. As for the jazz, well, I'm still not a jazz music devotee, but it was nice background music. I'm afraid I'm going to have to stick with my folk/acoustic inclinations for the time bee-ing. (Couldn't help it - I told you not to get your hopes up.)