Freguent Flyer BBQ
Took Pinky to Logan Airport this evening... I hope everything works out in Michigan for her this week. The last 24 hours leading up to this trip has been up/down emotionally bad for her, and I really hope that everything goes good because she needs it.
Driving to Boston was actually pretty fun. Parking seemed like it might end up a nightmare (I wondered after I locked the car if 1) I'd ever find it again and 2) if I'd spend the next few days lost in the maze of the garage... Turns out I was only one row away from the exit (YAY for random lucky parking spots). Walked Pam into the terminal, had a breif flash of worry when her reservation didn't show up at first, but it all worked out in the end. We then had about an hour to kill before I wanted to leave and she would go through the security point, so we walked back towards the garage a bit and spent some time just looking out the windows over the runways and talking. It was kinda nice actually.
And of course since this was Pam and I.... we managed to spot a BBQ grill! lol, someone keeps a grill out one of the side "loading dock" type doors to the terminal... must be for those late night hotdog cravings!
Drive home was more stressful than the drive in actually... apparently even at 7:30 at night traffic SUCKS around Boston... I hate being limited to a top speed of 23 mph on a highway... and I really hate seeing miles and miles of brake lights in front of me.
Anyways, Yet again I have to go to the lab both on Saturday and Sunday. I keep reminding myself that it's money... but there are moments when I really just don't want to bother going into work do cover someone elses shit that they couldn't plan ahead enough to see that it would require weekend work.
I should start my damn take home midterm (which includes 5 essays among other crap) so that I don't end up trying to do it right before class on Tuesday.
Driving to Boston was actually pretty fun. Parking seemed like it might end up a nightmare (I wondered after I locked the car if 1) I'd ever find it again and 2) if I'd spend the next few days lost in the maze of the garage... Turns out I was only one row away from the exit (YAY for random lucky parking spots). Walked Pam into the terminal, had a breif flash of worry when her reservation didn't show up at first, but it all worked out in the end. We then had about an hour to kill before I wanted to leave and she would go through the security point, so we walked back towards the garage a bit and spent some time just looking out the windows over the runways and talking. It was kinda nice actually.
And of course since this was Pam and I.... we managed to spot a BBQ grill! lol, someone keeps a grill out one of the side "loading dock" type doors to the terminal... must be for those late night hotdog cravings!
Drive home was more stressful than the drive in actually... apparently even at 7:30 at night traffic SUCKS around Boston... I hate being limited to a top speed of 23 mph on a highway... and I really hate seeing miles and miles of brake lights in front of me.
Anyways, Yet again I have to go to the lab both on Saturday and Sunday. I keep reminding myself that it's money... but there are moments when I really just don't want to bother going into work do cover someone elses shit that they couldn't plan ahead enough to see that it would require weekend work.
I should start my damn take home midterm (which includes 5 essays among other crap) so that I don't end up trying to do it right before class on Tuesday.