New England Comma Be Effing

We left Boston at 3 o'clock... and here we are, 6:30, sitting down in Grafton after a historically crappy drive. Ay Carmaba, man, you could not possibly pay me enough to leave this little corner of the world sooner.

We had trucked down to Boston to visit with Meghan and the iPMM for lunch - for the record, I had considered this plan dubious considering the upcoming snowstorm, but Beck and I decided to press on anyways. Fun time there; we hung out and chatted and ate some good soups from Whole Foods. And, as Margie reported, both of Meghan's dogs (Simon and Nigel, respectively)(which is very important for the forthcoming XTC reference) are doing just fine:

I am too cool for photos. Focus on the floor in front of me!


You may ONLY make plans for me.

Then again, you too would be fine if you had this sleeping option available at all hours:



So Beck had to leave 3 so we could be back by 5 so she could meet her ride for work tonight. Easy, yes? Fool, you know New England not. At the beginning of the trip, Beck was fine (and looking colorfully dashing, I must say):

But by the end, the cabin fever of sitting in a car for 3+ hours had gotten to her. She underwent a frightening transformation:


And you thought you couldn't sleep after you watched The Blair Witch Project. Egads. Anyways, I'll spare you the boring details of a long plodding ride with nothing but th egrating nastiness of Michael Graham's voice to comfort you; here's a photo montage of the scene. Keep a lookout for the exit to Route 30 - in doing so, you will be not mimicking the Beck who managed to add fifteen minutes to our trips by ignoring it.


The coolest pic in there is one I took out the window. We're in the middle of the Tufts Vet School Farms, not that you can tell at all. While you gaze at this, put yourself approximately 30 hours before this scene when it was 70 degrees...

Ugh. We did eventually make it home, and I was feeling sickly / sniffly / back hurting / heat hurting / abdomen cramping , so I jumped in the bath to try to relax for a bit. No rest, though - the PGoat called demanding that we come over for pizza and games. Huzzah! I got dressed and we trudged back into the snow for a two mile drive to the GrinGoat Castle. Beck neglected to tell me that *I* was in charge of bringing the games, so we ended up just eating some pizza, watching a bit of the bball games and hanging out with The Grin, PGoat, Saviour and Mound. For some reason a lot of the conversation revolved around proptosis, which is funny because it makes Ben cringe like crazy. Good times, and we eventually headed back at about 11 after a pair of Pelligranos (sp?) were not delivered.

We managed to get the car stuck in our own driveway at 11:30, so we blasted our way out and got it ready for this mornign (Saturda) - I was supposed to tutor this fine freezing rain AM but couldn't get the car to budge at 9:30 this morning so i rescheduled everything for tomorrow. Beck then dug the car out and went to grab Ali so they could go shopping at Le Gap (being the pair of white people that they are) (did I mention that Sucka Ali bought the boyfriend pants the other day? She's going to be so sad when they turn out to be husband britches, I tell you what) for interview clothes for the Beck. iF has to trek down to Texas/Arizona for a slew of interviews at prospective clinics this week, so wish her a lot of luck... it seems that the universe, or at least this Nor'easter, is trying to give her some hefty motivation to do well...

Until next time - gonna watch some bball, read, and get ready to do all today's tutoring tomorrow.