aux provinces

For all that I complain about how provincial Boston is when it's 11:00 at night and I'm looking for dinner, I love how compact it is. Case in point: I just drove to the airport from my office to pick miss_chance up at the airport. Including parking the car, meeting her at security in Terminal C, waiting for her bags, and navigating some minor traffic in the Sumner Tunnel, I was away from my desk for 56 minutes.