BeanTown
After GA I hopped a flight to Massachusetts. The original plan was to be picked up Saturday afternoon by Jason in the flower van. There was one small problem with that though. On Friday driving across New York, a wild turkey flew through the windshield. Yes, a wild turkey, through the windshield and into the back of the van. This obviously caused a slight delay in their travel plans. I had a pic, but couldn’t find it, so…sorry. The mishap occurred at around 12:30pm on Friday and unfortunately the glass repair place closed at, yes, noon. So, now I’m hulled up at an airport hotel for 2 days. Sweet. Oh well, it’s Boston right? Wrong. The train wasn’t running all weekend for some unknown (to me and the hotel staff) reason, so that meant a $20 cab ride…each way. Not in the cards for me, so hanging in the hotel it was! They had good food and cute little condiments to top my burger.
By Sunday I was going a little stir crazy, so I got on the airport shuttle, to another shuttle, so another shuttle. After a while I had to ask where I was going and got some good advice from some wicked thick accented, foul mouthed Boston girls. It was either them, or the stereotypical wicked thick accented, foul-mouthed meathead Boston guys. They were annoying, so I went with the ones making fun of them. They were getting off at a cool square with eat options, so it was all good. I followed them to a bar where they were meeting up with some fellas. Good food and good Guinness was all I needed and that’s what I got. So, that was all of Boston that I got.
I guess some people would thrive being in the city by themselves, but I wasn’t feeling super motivated, so it was back to the hotel for me. I did look on the net to try and find some good music, but to no avail. It seemed like everything was happening the next weekend, or already happened. Monday, I got picked up and headed to the Pedro’s main office. Time to meet the rest of the crew. Yup.
