A bunch of ex-coworkers and I were hanging out at the Burren in Davis Sq, relishing our lack of employment, catching up on gossip, and having a few drinks.
The place was reasonably crowded, but after a while, we managed to snag a table. A few of us dropped off from time to time, until there were just four of us left. I went to the bathroom, and upon coming back to the table, I was about to take my leave when eleven uniformed cops came in.
Dressed in kilts.
To be honest, there were 8 pipers, 2 drummers, and a leader.
It turned out we had picked the perfect spot to sit, as we got a front row view. In fact, Jesse nearly got his head clonked by the bass drummer. They played probably 3 or 4 songs, and then marched out. They got into a small shuttle bus, escorted by 3 cop cars, and went along their merry way.
Certainly not the entertainment I was expecting, but I’m not complaining :)
They were the Boston Police Gaelic Column of Pipes and Drums.