Mayfair Madness

Just as a general rule, we, the BoMa bloggers, well, more like all of humanity, but especially we the BoMa bloggers, love free things. We love free samples of Mountain Dew, we love free cups of iced coffee and Nantucket Nectar on blistering hot days, and we especially love free bottles of Poland Spring during a Massachusetts water crisis. All of this and more were available to us at the Mayfair celebration in Harvard Square on Sunday afternoon.

Upon exiting the T, we found ourselves smack in the middle of many different booth. Booths wafting out tantalizing smells, booths displaying glistening jewelry, and still more booths spreading valuable information, such as the “Nothing but Nets” booth that awarded two of the BoMa bloggers free sweatbands. Our biggest regret is not taking part in the face-painting table that promised to turn the BoMa bloggers from the beautiful art-lovers that we dress as every day into colorful butterflies or frightening tigers.  

But the day would not have been complete without the very entertaining live dance performances we were treated to and the day would certainly not have been as humorous had we not wandered past a stepping lesson taught to an odd group of crumpers in the history of the world—one had a turban, another an old man, still others looking uncomfortable.

After about an hour of surveying the booths, people watching, and enjoying the chalk-drawings along the road, our enthusiasm was beginning to fade. That is when the Brazilian Boost of Energy/plate of goodness came into play. A combination of sorbet, fruit, coconut, honey, and granola, this sample of food really did the trick, perked us back up, and put us back in the game! We were then able to critique the chalk interpretations of Monet, Van Gogh, and Alice in Wonderland. We frolicked, we drooled over Korean barbeque, we happily bopped to live music, we laughed, we cried. It was better than “Cats the Musical.” And finally, after being verbally abused by the scariest balloon man in the world and drawing our names on the sidewalk, the BoMa bloggers enjoyed a lot of Mongolian Barbeque and headed home to dream of art in Boston.