First and foremost, our thoughts, hearts, and prayers are with the victims of the Boston Marathon tragedy.  There are a lot of things more important than what we’re doing, this tops the list, and needs to be addressed. Here is the short reflection of a Bostonian.

-The Drizly Team

These words are difficult to write as my city mourns the loss of innocence, the death of 3 people and life altering events for so many.  Camera crews are pouring in, bringing the eyes of the country to our humble city.  Over the 23  years I have spent in Boston I have never felt such sadness—I am heartbroken, I am violated.   We are a small city, a proud city, and a family.  From Brighton to Southie, when you put your ear to the ground you can hear the city’s heart beat. But now Boston is lined with Humvee’s and automatic weapons, this isn’t the place where I grew up, the city where blinkers are a sign of weakness and swearing takes on an art-like form.

Yesterday’s terrible events opened a deep wound for us all.  This is Boston, it was Marathon Monday, “these things don’t happen.”  Yet, in the midst of our deepest sorrows I have seen the love, hope, and inspiration that make me stand up a little taller when people ask, “Where are you from?”  I’ve witnessed a city come together to find strength in arms of strangers.  I’ve read articles about Boston now “showing its warmth” which, as someone from Boston, make me laugh.  We aren’t warm people, out-of-state license plates are like targets when we drive down 128 and God forbid someone ask us for directions to Fenway wearing anything but a Sox hat—we just send them in the wrong direction. We’re massholes, but goddamn we’re proud of it.  The world is now, finally, seeing what those of us who live here have always known, that we take care of each other.

I ache for us all; it feels like this city will never be the same, and it wont. When the cameras stop rolling and focus shifts elsewhere, we will continue to weep and grieve, but we will endure.  Because this is Boston, the water may be dirty but it’s our water.  So long as the great people, first responders, and generosity continue to live and breathe terror will find no home on the banks of the Charles.

Walk with us, the BC community, and others as we finish the last 5 miles of the race.  Let’s show the world what this town is all about: Boston Marathon: The Last 5