Logan Airport

Monday, September 03, 2007

3:41 p.m.

Boston, MA

So here I sit at gate A16, listening to Sublime and beginning my 1 hour wait so that I can begin my 10 hour journey to New York and Dublin. Mom and Dad came to the airport with me where I checked in next to a kid named Lance who was sporting a trucker hat covering a mop of blonde hair, a black bandana around his neck, a scarface t-shirt, and Travolta-fit black jeans barely covering up his black boots. He’s flying to Dublin also. Awesome. (This is where Nicole gets mad at me for judging – it’s not a judgment, it’s simply an observation…)They just paged the “Unaccompanied child coordinator” for the third time in the last 10 minutes. Is there irony in that guy being lost? Perhaps. Boston has been good this summer, but this blog is about the next three and half months and not the last three and a half months. Boarding begins in 10 minutes (it’s 4 now), so I’m gonna hit the head. I’ll write more if I get a seat next to a power outlet at JFK, otherwise I’ll see you in Dublin.