- My first wedding of a friend (and all that went with this)
- My first oyster
- My first lobster roll
- My first hangover (thanks pinot)
- My first time ever being left alone in a far away place, amazing race-style
- My first overnight stay in an airport
- My first time "outlet hunting" (more on outlet hunting to follow)
Okay, outlet hunting. Outlet hunting is a new game, probably invented within the last five years. It's pretty self-explanatory. In this electronically-dependent age we live in, we constantly need power for cell phones and laptops. The airports know this, but because the job of an airport is to make your life a living hell while you take off your shoes, they have decided to remove every outlet in the ticketing area/food court. Boston is one of the best at this. But they've never seen the likes of me. I found my first outlet within about 10 minutes of looking. It was behind a lottery ticket kiosk (my thoughts on the lottery will be an upcoming post). Success. So I unpack my laptop, charger, iPhone, charger, iPod, charger.... I begin to plug these in when I quickly realize that the outlets are dead. Nice hand, Logan. Well played. I stumbled across one more of these "decoy" outlets shortly after. I stuck a fork in it to save time. No dice. I was starting to get both impatient and motivated at the same time. This had become a competition between me and the airport, and I was determined to win. Looking back, it wasn't really fair. I mean, it's Boston. C'mon. The red Sox took 86 years to win the series. The Big Dig has cost approx 4 gazillion dollars. The city might've imploded had it not been for the Pats (or the egos of Harvard students). Anyway, the conclusion. I decided that the airport wouldn't shortchange the actual airlines, so I hopped over a ticket counter and plugged in my devices there. Game over. Better luck next time, Logan.
