Tuesday we went to the Boston Magazine Best Fest which celebrated the 50 restaurants rated the best in and around Boston for 2016.
Every single one of these restaurants was stationed and serving up the best their restaurant had to offer and it was fucking nuts.
We were hooked up with VIP passes which meant access to all kinds of shit and several very lovely open bars.
One of those outdoor affairs with tons of fake grass everywhere, big white cabanas staged all over the place just begging folks to lay on top and look cute which we diddd.
A huge stage with a great band hooking up the background music, photographers running around trying to be discrete … lawn games, the sun setting in the background – the absolute fucking works.
I’d juuust worn this dress a few days earlier, literally less than a week ago, and I repeated it for the event.
These are pics from the first time around.