Ok, so we're currently stuck in Milwaukee now. It's a long story. Perhaps even longer than our day has been.
But it's not an interesting long story, so I'll leave most details out.
The only good thing about Milwaukee is wireless Internet at the airport, so you can all thank Milwaukee for this blog entry. I am told that our flight won't leave until 1:30 a.m. It was supposed to leave at 8:30.
Fuck fuck fuck. I'm going to be a zombie at work.
Our flight troubles started Friday. Our red-eye to our Midwestern hub was delayed 1.5 hours, which caused us to miss our connecting flight. Instead of arriving mid-morning in Boston, we got there in the afternoon.
After all that waiting and lack of restful sleep, this modest room looked like heaven.
Needless to say, we crashed and didn't wake up until far too late to do anything meaningful in the city before the first reunion event. Upon arising, we decided to walk around our hotel's surrounding area, which included the aquarium, waterfront, and Quincy Market.
Everywhere we went, we saw "Beat L.A." shirts. Enemy territory!
But you'll be happy to know I got over that on Day Two, so stay tuned.
And, after writing all of this, I am still sitting at the damn airport in Milwaukee with a stuffy nose. Ugh.