The past two days, I have been up pre-dawn (well, close enough... It was ass-early both days) to catch planes.
Yesterday I flew to Chicago. Today I flew back to NYC. In both cases, I was on a tight time frame when I landed. Yesterday I had a meeting to get to that started at 9am. And it takes nearly an hour to get from O'Hare Airport to downtown Chicago. Today, I had to get from Laguardia to my apartment in Chelsea... Where I had to change out my clothes in the suitcase and dash off to Penn Station to catch a train to Boston.
I almost didn't make the train today. But I ran fast in my Choos. And was able to board the train at 1:02pm. The train departed at 1:03pm.
So now I am in Boston. Exhausted. I have had such a busy week, I couldn't even remember what day of the week today was. So as soon as I got off the train in Back Bay, I walked to the hotel where I am meeting my husband for our weekend getaway. And along the way, I ran into one of my favorite things in Boston.
Sure, they have them in NYC too... But I prefer the one near the Public Garden above all others. So I walked in, trollying my suitcase behind me.
"I need a massage. Tonight. At least 90 minutes. Please."
They smiled and booked me in for an hour later.
Now, I am back in my hotel room awaiting The Husband to come back from his work dinner. I am going to sleep in tomorrow... And then go shopping with my bestie.
Can I move back to Boston?