In one work day, I go hiking twice, get lost five times, am rescued by fifty firefighters, and lose a contest for a suitcase full of sake. Read all about it.
It's almost seven-thirty in the morning, and I'm sitting at a workstation cubicle in terminal A of Boston's Logan Airport. I'm on my way to see my mom in Belfast, Maine for the weekend (packing for a trip from New York to Phoenix to Maine resulted in some weird stares when I got off the plane in Arizona dressed like a polar explorer.)
It's almost seven-thirty in the morning, and I'm sitting at a workstation cubicle in terminal A of Boston's Logan Airport. I'm on my way to see my mom in Belfast, Maine for the weekend (packing for a trip from New York to Phoenix to Maine resulted in some weird stares when I got off the plane in Arizona dressed like a polar explorer.)
Anyhow, I get lost a lot, but yesterday was a new record for me. All of the stuff above happened to me on Friday, and I wrote about it in exhaustive detail while waiting for (and taking) the redeye. You can read about it here!
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