Burj is the word
Burj burj burj, burj is the word.
Burj burj burj, burj is the word.
In which one of us climbs every mountain, and we see:
Last summer I visited Boston for work, and managed to get a weekend to explore. I spent a small amount of time in the city itself, but also decided to take a short train to visit Salem.
Now with 200% more Tiger.
And I have proof:
Baby Taj, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-dooBaby Taj, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-dooBaby Taj, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-dooBaby Taj *repeat until insane*
In which we see Manx Men, Manx Cats, Manx Sheep, Manx Sea Lions, and various other beasties. And I learn never to start a blog post in the third person.
Every now and then we try to do a weekend packed full with various art-y culture-y things.
That right kind of Pride.
aka Boston, Day 1