Talking today with an anonymous party goer I was able to piece together some of the events that occurred last evening. Here’s what I’ve heard…

“It was the bender to end all benders he said. It was now evening, and I immediately dressed myself in the costume of an Indian, equipped with a small hatchet, which I and my associates denominated the tomahawk, with which, and a club, after having painted my face and hands with coal dust in the shop of a blacksmith, I repaired to Griffin’s wharf, where the ships lay that contained the booze and ample woman for the evening to come. When I first appeared in the street after being thus disguised, I fell in with many who were dressed, equipped and painted as I was, and who fell in with me and marched in order to the place of our destination.

When we arrived at the wharf, there were three of our number who assumed an authority to direct our operations, to which we readily submitted. They divided us into three parties, for the purpose of boarding the three ships and gaining access to all the booze and hotties we could handle. The name of him who hosted our group to which I was assigned was Leonard ( Black Bear ) Pitt. The names of the other hosts I never knew. We were immediately ordered by the respective hosts to board all the ships at the same time, which we promptly obeyed. The host of the division to which I belonged, as soon as we were on board the ship, appointed me boatswain, and ordered me to go to the captain ( King Kong ) and demand of him the keys to the fridge and a dozen candles. I made the demand accordingly, and the captain promptly replied, and delivered the articles; but requested me at the same time to do no damage to the walls or floors. We then were ordered by our host to open the windows and take out all the chests of beer and throw them on the deck, and we immediately proceeded to execute his orders, first cutting and splitting the chests with our tomahawks, so as thoroughly to expose them to the other party animals… (Read more BOSTON)