My trip to Boston will finally take place this weekend, barring any further weather disturbances. (I’m talkin’ to you, Hurricane Isabel.) I fly out of National in the morning. My host for this getaway is Sonal, who makes the valid point that though we’ve each lived in our respective adopted cities for about three years now, she has come to visit Washington a number of times, whereas I haven’t made it to Boston once. Well, here we go.
We have plans to check out some city sights on Friday, and head out to Provincetown on Saturday. But for now, sleep. Mmm.