As a Houstonian, I used to thoroughly enjoy my business trips to Boston during the 80s and early 90s, for one reason and one reason only: the venerable Pilgrim Theater. I’d stay at a nearby Swissôtel, which cost me a fortune, but it was just a few blocks' walk to/from the theater, which was all that mattered. When I got off work, I couldn’t wait to go to the Pilgrim and get off many times again. It was like heaven all evening long, right up until they turned on the house lights at 2:45 AM and made everyone leave. I did that every night for as long as I could make my business trip last. I even wanted to get a job in Boston, just so I could go to the Pilgrim every single night. Man, I loved that old theater … and all the patrons who joined me there.
As a Houstonian, I used to thoroughly enjoy my business trips to Boston during the 80s and early 90s, for one reason and one reason only: the venerable Pilgrim Theater. I’d stay at a nearby Swissôtel, which cost me a fortune, but it was just a few blocks' walk to/from the theater, which was all that mattered. When I got off work, I couldn’t wait to go to the Pilgrim and get off many times again. It was like heaven all evening long, right up until they turned on the house lights at 2:45 AM and made everyone leave. I did that every night for as long as I could make my business trip last. I even wanted to get a job in Boston, just so I could go to the Pilgrim every single night. Man, I loved that old theater … and all the patrons who joined me there.