Wednesday, August 26, 2009


Three hours broken sleep. Klonopin taken on the plane to fight claustrophobia. It worked. I love Virgin America and their entertainment setup. I played Mah-Jongg the whole way to Boston while listening to Cyndi Lauper. Don't hate. Waited for the Massport Shuttle for a little too long, but it was free, so I can't bitch.
Pretension alert: The T reminds me of a mix between the New York and Paris subways.
So no one actually gets off at Fenway. They get off at the previous stop, which is good because there were tons of boisterous, if very friendly, Red Sox fans blocking the door.
Our room at the B&B in Brookline. Want an apricot?

Nightstand goodies. Someone left their K-Y.

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