Oh my gwawd! So much to blog aboot!

So...Boston. What a beautiful city! It's so beautiful that I'm willing to overlook the fact that 85% of the population is from the flippin' Midwest and, therefore, does not have the accent that brings tears to my eyes. I loved Boston so much that, for a fleeting moment, I thought I might like to live there someday. Then I remembered that I never want to move away from Duluth again. There's no crime here...well, aside from the man who was brutally beaten to death 40 feet from his home with his newly purchased twelve-pack of beer. Oh, and we have a hahbah here too. I see it every time I look out my windows. If only Duluthians knew how to pronounce it correctly....

Surprisingly, the trip went off without a hitch. I kept waiting for something to go horribly wrong, but it just didn't. The closest we came to disaster was our flight out of Boston being delayed by twenty minutes. According to everyone else in the continental USA, we should have considered that the highlight of our trip. Evidently, NWA prides itself on being a dirty whore.

I'll get back to this.