From Cowtown to Beantown...

So we arrived in Boston after an uneventful flight and pretty much immediately hooked up with SpectroScott who had arrived just about the same time.

In honor of the Gay Robot Convention it looks like someone has some incredibly gay luggage (above).

What's funny is that while it was hot and humid in Cowtown in felt a thousand times worse here in Boston.

The drama began at the Budget rental car place. All I'll say is that the Budget at Logan appeared to be one of the most inefficient operations I've ever seen. It took us slightly longer than an hour to get a simple van, which was had already been reserved weeks before.

I don't know if the car was reading right or not but it said 106 degrees. It sure as hell felt like it.

We drove around and dropped SS in Medford and then proceed to go to A's house on the other side of the city.

Let's just say that the $10/day GPS system we got has totally paid for itself already today. This little thing made getting to her house a thousand times easier than trying maps or internet directions!

A and R have a beautiful house in West Roxbury.

We went out to this great little upscale restaurant named West on Centre and I had a pizza that had steak, carmelized onions, and mashed potatoes on it. I ended up pouring a little A1 steak sauce on the thing and that totally made it.

I'd basically say we closed the place talking most of the evening away.

I decided I needed a pretentious worried Myspace Girl pic. What do you think? Should I blur it a bit and add some contrast?

And one thing is certain. You can take the girl out of Ohio but you can never take Ohio out of the girl!

We'll be leaving shortly to pick up SS from the train station and then putz around until Evebird's flight gets in and then head down to Providence.

I tried to pick up this chick to go with me to the Saturday cocktail party but she wouldn't have anything to do with gay robots. Nothing at all.

I am satisfied with the fact that while I have gained a few pounds back since March that my gut does not come out of my shirt like this babe's gunt.

Damn girl!

Ok. Gotta back up the suitcase and take some painkillers.

Yes. My back is a total mess. This is going to be a painful trip.

Very very painful.