hightouchmegastore: I am in Boston.

Monday, July 16, 2012

I am in Boston.

Since I arrived in this fantastic and historic city, after flying across a continent all day long, I have checked into my hotel room; unloaded the very heavy bag I carried; with my laptop and other stuff I rethought all the day long, when it was too damn late to do anything about it; sought the room service menu, but instead met my colleagues and ate lobster mashed potatoes and burrata cheese with fresh tomatoes; and watched The Closer, because when your show is on, in its very final episodes ever, even though you have just flown across America, you should take the time to watch it.

Important kudos I feel I must offer:

to the woman sitting next to me, with the hot pink neck pillow and the awesome possibly fake tan (telltale sign: orange palms?): you slept through about 75% of the flight. Very impressive.
to my flight, which had fairly snappy wifi.
to the babies on my flight, who wailed with a fairly constant wail: I felt very sorry for them and for their parents, but since I could do nothing about it, I was glad to have my iPod to listen to, which made much of the flight bearable.
to JFK Airport: thank you for coughing up a perfectly edible sandwich that I pretty much grabbed and wolfed while I was walking onto my connecting flight. It was mighty decent of you.
to my hotel, for having truly awesome wifi, which is included in the price of the room.
to myself, for not freaking out about the seriously persistent seatback-kicking inflicted upon me by the child sitting behind me. HTMS: well-done you, for keeping your shit together.

A couple of admonitions:

to myself, for overestimating how much stuff it makes sense to carry onto a plane. When will you ever learn, HTMS? when will you ever learn?
to Logan Airport: wow, the walk from my gate to the baggage claim felt freakishly long. I felt like I had taken a wrong turn several times. Still: thanks for delivering my bag without incident. That'll do.

This is the view from my hotel window: