Night on the Town
Don't worry - the hazy street scene is just an effect - and not my blurred vision driving home after a few glasses of wine! Nevertheless, probably a good thing I wasn't the one driving. We went out for a celebratory meal to a fantastic restaurant in the South End that I can't say enough good things about. Particularly since it's one of those places with the fancy names that you worry will ooze pretentiousness from the moment you enter. We hit the tail end of restaurant week at Icarus, where they paired each course with a "half" glass of wine - not half (or half bad) by my judgment - and got the proportions just right. Unfortunately, I was not quite willing enough to embarrass Jason fully by snapping a shot of the meal itself, flash and all - but I did drive him crazy taking long exposure shots all the way home. You can just make out the CITGO sign in its blurry glory off in the distance.
If I remember right, Icarus was the son of Daedalus in Greek mythology who crafted wings made of wax and feathers and burned up or came crashing down after flying too close to the sun. If the restaurant Icarus is shooting for godliness, I'll wager its wings are made of tougher stuff than wax.