Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Look kids, Big Ben…Parliament.

Most people would assume that at 3 in the morning, Boston traffic would be relatively simple to navigate. Most people, however, don’t realize that while most of the 1.5million residents of the Boston area sleep, the Traffic Troll and his minions are busy closing ramps and randomly throwing detour signs throughout. You see, the Traffic Troll’s job is to keep the drivers of the city on their toes at all times, thus spreading warm, tingly feelings like a gonorrhea outbreak.

Ans left this morning on a jet plane to the magical land of Saipan, and being the dutiful (or doody-full, depending on the day) partner, I woke up in the middle of the night to take her to the airport. The airport is a 20 minute ride, so I figured I’d be able to kiss my sweetheart goodbye and be back in bed in about an hour.

Ans is going to be in Saipan for six weeks, and apparently the Traffic Troll wanted her to have a proper send-off, so he arranged to take us on a 45 minute scenic tour of the city by closing off every normal route to the airport and replacing it with poorly labeled detours. We did get to see the Big Dig, the Zakem Bridge, the lovely town of Everett, the Public Garden, Boston Common, Rowes Wharf, and the TDNorth Boston Garden. So Ans got to see all those things before she left, cementing them in her mind’s eye, so if she ever misses Boston, she can close her eyes and imagine The Departed. So she’s got that going for her.

I, on the other hand, am now left to my own devices to find ways to fill my time. So I’m writing in the blog again. Lucky you.

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