Mar 26
Chowda.
In two hours, the car service is coming to pick me up so I can head to the train station and take a ride up to Boston for a conference. I’ll be there until late Saturday night. I’m bringing a laptop, but we’ll see if I have anything to write about - I try not to write about work-related things, though that might be interesting to some people. I don’t want to have to put up the “these are my thoughts and anything I write here doesn’t reflect the opinion of my employer” disclaimer. I’ve been at this far longer than I’ve been with my company… so I think it’s a bit of a “HA! I got my flag here first!” attitude on my part.
Anyway, while I can’t plan on having ridiculous amounts of fun (I am going for work, after all) I hope to have some good chowder. I’ve recently overcome my dislike for New England clam chowder (”the white one”), so what better place to appreciate this newfound delight than in Boston?
Now I must run to CVS to pick up some travel size shampoo and such. You never know what to expect with the hotel stuff, and I neglected to pick up the “travel bottles” to carry smaller portions of my usual products. Oh, well.
Breakfast would be good, too. Small town NJ provides me with a CVS and a Dunkin’ Donuts right across from one another. As well as gas stations, banks, a nail salon and a karate school. At some point, I’ll have to provide a count of the banks and nail salons in my small town. The bank-density in our 2-mile long town is quite entertaining.
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