The story so far… last post dealt with the fact I could not figure out seats between Troy and I, and I will deal with this issue later on. So here in Boston day 3, and the story to date. My day started off at 5am to catch my 7.20 flight. My first mistake was not remembering that the flight was Calgary to Montreal, a domestic flight, so I could have been even later at the airport. No harm done, off I go to get some food.
It being 6.15am, the only real choice I had was to have a Caesar with my eggs Benedict and a hot chocolate with baileys. All this time I am trying to figure out where Troy is, as he is prompt and punctual. As the time approached closer and closer to departure, there was still a complete lack of Troy. I boarded, took off and off I went to Montreal. Notable movie on the flight Amal, not so notable, The Happening. I only managed to see about 2/3 of it, as I was tired and didn’t have the attention span to read at that time. In Montreal I discover that Troy is at the airport, looking for me. By this point all of the traveling arrangement are really beginning to be suspicious. I grab my bag, walk through US customs and begin my 30 minute wait for the flight to Boston. After sitting for 15 minutes I have an epiphany and realize I left the other suite case on the other side of customs. My inquires to Air Canada customer service go poorly, yet well. I was informed that it was too late to get it in time and that it would be on the next flight to Boston. “Great!” I thought to myself, Troy is on that flight and he will be able to grab it. So I text him and inform him of his new travel companion. I board the flight, pass out and land. The speed at which my bag arrived on the carousel was legendary, and now it was time for me to make my way to the hotel via mass transit. After figuring out the ticket dispenser, catching the bus with a very unique black bus driver, off I went. The Boston mass transit system is easy to use, a little run down, but over all very good, except for one little initial confusing part. The Green Line I took forks out into 4 separate lines, lucky for me I noticed in time, jumped off and took the next train to my destination. With more horse hoes up my ass, I walk out of the metro right to the street where the hotel is, take a left and voila, here I am. Getting my room (and changing it as it was the wrong size) Ray and I come up with an explanation for the whole Troy thing. I screwed up my ticket. This was do to me not leaving until Saturday, and that bumped the departure hour around, and I didn’t check close enough. Luckily because of this, I was able to get to the hotel early enough to still have reception open (as it does close do to the nature of said hotel), and fix our accommodations. Troy arrived a number of hours later, having his own taxi adventures, with no suite case and to bed we went.
Day 2.
Apparently US customs would not allow the lots suite case to be taken aboard the flight with out one of us carrying. So thus said suite case was once again MIA. Off we went to begin setting up.
About one hour later…
The people next to us had only half of their booth arrive, we were sympathetic from our experience in Anaheim a few years earlier. The best part is they were Canadian, and we hit it off. The rest of the day Troy and I spent walking around Boston, taking a Duck Tour and doing more walking.
Eating dinner at Charlestown oldest pub (with probably the best fish and chips I have ever had), and taking a train back. There Troy took out his Wii, and a bunch of booze we bought and ended up playing Mario Cart for a few hours.
