Dear Hard Rock Cafe Boston,
You were so freaking cool. I ordered a burger and a chocolate milkshake (there were chocolate jimmies in the BOTTOM of the glass) every time and it was super loud in there and walking to the restrooms down the stairs and past all the memorabilia was a freaking pilgrimage and so rock n roll and I loved it all. I had one of your t-shirts. I wore it with my cut off jeans and I. Looked. Cool.
There were few moments from that time in my life when I felt cool, but going to visit you – with my sister and my parents, no less – I did, and for that I want to thank you.
Rock on,
-e.