Blogging Boston - 6

Namastes all round, and apologies about the delay in updates. Kulkarni swears by all that is holy that it is simply because there was nothing to write about.
I mean, yeah - we went to museums, and to tall buildings, and all that. Floppy hats on our ears, and cameras around our necks - pointing this way and that, and oohing and aahing all over the place.
But is that stuff that you, my good friends, would want to hear about?
About Bunker Hill and the Boston Public Library, and Newbury Street and the Prudential Center?
I mean, c'maaan.
These here pages ain't about the Hitchhiker's Guide to Boston. This is about Kulkarni in Boston, and hilarious tales in the making.
Trouble being, Kulkarni hasn't had the chance to pull his stunts.
You can't get drunk and drive - that's 90% of the stories out the window, right there.
You can't go to Pecos in Boston - you can go to other pubs, and that's no bad thing, but they ain't Pecos. You can't ride to other parts of America on a bike. So what, dear peoples, is undersigned supposed to do?
The beer is good, by the way - and the steaks are to die for.
But that about sums it up.
But, intrepid travellers of the blogosphere, and regular readers of my blog - fear not. Worry not, and want not for good wholesome (depending on your point of view) story telling.
Kulkarni, this weekend, sets forth on his merry way. He gets his large cumbersome frame to wedge into a teeny tiny economy seat, and sits wrapped up there for hours on end.
And at the end of that long, tiresome journey awaits the pride of the psuedo Mallu clan, Binoy Oommen.
Biraadar and self shall then, over the course of the next three days, laze around with a vengeance.
On the menu are very many bottles of beer, much lazing around, much talking, and once the beer sets in, many keedas. Oh, and very many bottles of beer.
That there be the plan, and it has a very resounding stamp of approval from both parties.
Ah, the lazing around. Ah, the beer.
Ah, same thing.
Three days to go now.

P.S. Binoy Oommen, if the freezer is empty, you are a dead man.