- “I’m shippin’ off to Boston, whooooooooah. Shippin’ off to Boston, to find my way!”
- It’s like I’m in The Departed…
- I really wish I could do a Boston accent.
- Have I mentioned how much I hate toll booths?
- Rental car peeps usually offer me toll pass thingys when I’m in a place with lots of toll booths, but I didn’t get offered one, so I’m guessing no tolls.
- 30 seconds out of the airport: Toll Booth, $3.50. I have $4.00. Whew.
- Pumped my buddy, Don that I worked with in San Diego is in Boston for work too! Dinner and drinks!
- F. ‘nother toll booth. $1.25. We have no cash. I wrestle up the change from the bottom of my purse. 2 minutes, $1.25 in nickles and dimes. The peeps behind me are loving me now.
- “can I get a receipt?” Damn straight I’m expensing this. These bitches add up.
- Me to Don: “should we act like Bostonians tonight, accents and all?”
- Don to me: “well since your KY accent is now thicker than ever… I’m gonna say no.”
- Why are there no lane lines in this city?! are there two lanes? three? wtf?!
- No big. we’re good. made it. fun night. back to the work part.
- I really like teaching these TRX courses. My job rules.
- Super fun group of trainers today, only one with a true Boston accent. Dang.
- Trainer at the end of the day: “you’re the best!”
- My reply: “no, you ahh!” hehehe
- Trainers: certified. My job is done here.
- Balls. I gotta re-fill the gas tank! (I parked a little too close to the curb).
- I hate that you never know which side of the car your gas tank is on until you’ve already parked and gotten out.
- F! While trying to squeeze my arse into the itty bitty space I left myself, I hit the left side of my head on the car door trying to get in.
- Which caused me to pull away fast, subsequently hitting the right side of my head on the car itself. Ahhhsome.
- Totally thought I’d be fine flying without my Xanax. Wrong. Mental note to call the doc on Monday for a re-fill.
- Windy, scary flights: not ahhhsome.
- Until next time, Beantown. You were wicked ahhsome.
