I arrived in Boston at the great Boston College University at around 3:00 PM. I have driven nearly eighty miles an hour the whole way and had only stopped two times as necessary. I was excited to see Samantha, and hold her in my arms once again. On my drive up, my mind began to wander to Vermont. "What would it be like to spend a winter in Vermont; and in which city would I choose"? These were questions of and intense wrenching in my gut that needed answered, but I would put it off until my drive home back to Frostburg after the Easter visit.

Samantha was in her dorm when I called. Her roommate I was familiar with as I had met her in Vermont. It seemed that she and Lee, my best friend had hit it off as well; as they too had been talking since Spring Break. We decided on an early dinner and then drinks at a local Irish pub near the university. As usual, I had to pick the place, even though this was Samantha's stompin' ground. It seems that after the Vermont excursion, she had already come to trust my instincts in the culinary venue; as I am like a proper bloodhound when it comes to sniffing out good eats, treats and libations.

We decided to stay local and dine at "The Boston College Club" for an early dinner at my request. It far exceeded my expectations in both service and offerings. Table service included red table linens and the bar was seated with emerald green high-back chairs. We opted to have a drink first. Since this was a classy place and offered top-shelf liquors, I ordered an Oban and ginger on the rocks. Samantha was in a fruity mood and ordered a "Sex on the Beach". After two cocktails, we were seated for dinner at 4:45 PM, our reservation time.

The club is set up in such a way that it is entirely possible to have weddings or engagement parties, office space for those who desire a quiet place to work, and other amenities typically found at any high-end country club. There is even membership; and of course, membership dues for eligible alumni. I had salmon and Samantha went visceral on me and had a Filet. She ordered it medium-rare, which created an intoxicating moment...a woman who likes a little bit of "moo" left in her steak...unheard of!

After dinner, we headed uptown to find a proper Irish pub. We would certainly have an interesting evening.