No region of the U.S. rings in autumn quite like New England. Maybe it's the S-Classes, the asphalt, or the ambition that sedate us from fully realizing it in New York, but on this drive through Massachusetts, it hits you. Autumn is here, as if it has suddenly arrived. It didn’t ask you if you were done with summer. It didn't wait for you to lift your head up.
I-95 cradles you between the Long Island Sound and a coastline of oak. I'm driving up with Boast for the Head of the Charles. As soon as we hit Beantown, we beeline for the narrow gas-lit streets of Beacon Hill. First stop, a regatta kickoff party at North River Outfitter. Dan, the northeast Boast sales rep, rolls up in what can only be described as a party van. Yeah, the exterior puts off a creepy child abductor vibe but once you throw the doors open, it's audiophile Heaven. Twin 14" subwoofers, a grip of speakers, and dual amps transform it into a giant boom box on wheels. Haim's "The Wire" starts to pulse through the Federal-style rowhouses. Now it's a party...
I'm not sure how many whiskey rocks are guilty for my late morning but eventually I make it to Cambridge Boat Club sometime after 2:00pm. Lunch at the Director's Tent (here's to friends in high places—Jack's dad sits on the board of Head of the Charles) is reduced to Caesars salad and a slice of turkey breast. All the gourmet fare only lasts until 1:00 if you're lucky, but the open bar is still stocked. Sierra Nevada Stout please.
Photographed by Amy Stone
The rest of the afternoon is spent catching up with Kiel and his crew at their Brooks Brothers pop-up shop, enjoying the races, and hanging out with Carly and clique. All of which proves to be very entertaining. Case in point? Emily, never one to disappoint, shows off her dance moves to "Black Skinhead" after I take her picture.
Dusk is let down over the Charles like house curtains. The thrill of victory lingering in the air alongside the agony of defeat long after the boats have been pulled from the water. Though it was a blast, I don’t stick around for Sunday. A wise man once said, “Never be the first to arrive at a party or the last to go home and never, never be both.”