Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue

Nothing like an overnight stay in Boston's Logan Airport to motivate me to make my first blog post. But I'm getting ahead of myself. This weekend was a weekend of firsts for me. Some of these included:

• 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)
  

All in all, it was great seeing Betsy get married. The more weddings you see, the more you can buy into this media-driven farce called "true love".

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.