I survived the annual scavenger hunt at work. The positive this year was that they chartered the hop on/jump off tour buses to take us to the historical locations. So no running around, desperately trying to catch my breath.
The teams were also larger this year, and and I had some of the people I actively work with (or sit near), which made it easier.
And I was with our beach president, which made a round of drinks at Fenway during the scavenger hunt possible. 😀 Hey… the clue stated we’d get 10 points for visiting Fenway, and 45 if we went inside. The Bleacher Bar is inside!
So my longtime workmate, Jim, and I posed for our beer selfie:
It actually is a cool bar… right under the bleachers. Three high tables sit in front of a grate that seems to be an old garage door right or into the outfield. Despite living in that neighborhood for four years and in Boston for a decade, Is never been there.
The day still wore me out, and I confess that I crashed out last night before making my blog post. But I did get a bit of stitching in last night before my early bedtime. Continuing to fill in that center pumpkin:
Not a lot, but every stitch counts.
My train’s pulling into South Station, so time to wrap this up. More tonight once Max goes to bed.