Feast Your Eyes on This!
Sigh.
Tonight will end the Feast season in Boston’s North End. The St. Anthony’s Feast, the biggest of them all, technically ended last night. St. Lucy’s feast ends tonight at 11PM. And that’s it until next year.
Last night, the procession (basically a tiny marching band, a statue of St. Anthony being carried on the shoulders of a bunch of men, and hundreds of spectators) came down my little dead end court. They parked themselves below my windows as neighbors ran down to pin dollars to the statue. Fun stuff. I tried taking pictures…but I was nekkid behind my blinds and didn’t have the energy to dress for the occasion. And forcing the camera through the slats in the blinds proved too difficult.
The festivities began on Friday night and I got together with a group of friends to watch it (as you can see in the photo above, we were the facial hair contingent). Many of these friends were feast virgins. Others were experienced and thrilled with the tackiness of it all. Except for Randy – he just doesn’t get it.
He had a better time the following night when he attended the birthday party I through in his honor. About 20 people showed up for the wine-tasting themed party…and Randy woke up the next day with what he calls a wine headache (I gently corrected him and said it’s more commonly known as a hangover).
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ooo, i’ll take stanley tucci on the left!
Stanley Tucci?!
I know! Congats, Fred! I’d find being compared to Stanley Tucci a HUGE compliment!
Well, I wasn’t sure if he meant me or Matt, but, yeah, I’m flattered (I’d do ST…woof!); funny, I usually get compared to Ed Norton more, but I guess amid an Italian street festival I look more Latin (grin) – thanks Dave!