90 minutes until I board the plane to Portland. I dont know what life is on the other end of it but I know there is something Im passionate about and it hasnt steered me wrong. I know there are people I miss all year. Shouldnt you generally be around the stuff you miss all year? 90 minutes an expat again. Sitting here staring at my phone and wondering if the Strength of the Absurd will be enough. It always has been. 90 minutes too many. This week has revealed time and again why Ill miss everyone in Boston that Ill miss. 90 minutes missing all of them. This is a long 90 minutes in Chicago, the place I fled for Boston. I dont think my 90 minutes of Logan will feel like this when they come around. I will always love Boston. I will always carry it with me. Midwestern bartenders at airport bars look at your ID and they can tell you have impeccable taste. Ultimat martini. Isnt Ultimat a vodka? I know, she said sheepishly, well make you one with Beefeater. Stirred of course, not shaken. Straight up. The friends I had in Boston, the friends I join in Portland, they show you my impeccable taste.
Posted on: Thu, 31 Jul 2014 00:40:17 +0000
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