Home Sweet Bloody Home

I know you might be expecting endless photos of Boston in this blog or post but someone forgot the camera in the last cab ride of the trip. Seeing that I went solo on this trip, you can guess who to point the finger of blame at. Yep it was the cabbie's fault.

Another important date has come and gone at work without different departments providing yours truly with the necessary SOPs (Standard Operating Procedures) to do my part of the big picture. People will be mighty upset when I leave work tomorrow afternoon and their without their all-important documentation.

Another training in the morning to make the day an absolute waste of time. Hard to get into a productive rhythm when the world is up your ass kicking footballs.

So i did not return from Boston with Pictures and I really did not see much of the city. I took in the disappointing Museum of Fine Art which was operating at 50% efficiency with almost very exhibit all closed off for transition. I walked the Freedom Trail to Quincy Market seeing the grave of Samuel Adams on the way and the church where the Boston Tea Party kicked off. I racked up $150 in cab fares and spilled red wine on my hiking pants on two different occasions. I stayed in a Hotel that had rented out 100 of its rooms as dorms for Boston University. I had a beer at Cheers with Three New Friends. Already planning a trip to Puerto Rico with the Wife.

I did not buy a boat or river front property and my wish list of things to do has stayed the same. Maybe my idea to become fluent in French has just turned to German. Funny how random folks you sit beside in a boring class can give you an interesting outlook.

Sleep well all,
A written report and essay due Monday woo hoo. A toast to grad school and ungodly busy work.