Beantown

Well, guys. So far this has been.. interesting. I'll walk you through it. It started off totally normal, though $50 to check bags is RIDIC. So we boarded our plane in normal time. And we sat, and sat, and sat some more. Then, our super peppy flight attendants informed us that they couldn't find the pilot. Or the co-pilot. Literally, lost the pilot. So we "de-planed" and headed inside the concourse while they looked for a replacement pilot. For 3 hours. During that time, I, the Caffeine Queen managed to down 3 cups of coffee. So obviously, the second we got on the plane I had to pee. So I was THAT GIRL. The annoying plane girl who hits everyone's seat because she goes to the bathroom all the time. So 3.5 hours after our scheduled arrival time, we land. The city is great! A bit melancholy, but hey, that's me. At Hotel Marlowe, our home away from home, we received our complimentary room companion, a goldfish. Jacques Cartier. Jake, for short. Dinner was at California Pizza Kitchen in the CambridgeSide Mall next to our hotel. Crying waitress, delicious pizza. Tomorrow, we head to Harvard Square. DTF**!

**DTF: Details To Follow.

I'll also be heading to Poor Little Rich Girl, a vintage shop in Copley Square. I'll be wearing some yummy consignment finds. So you should too.