So, here begins my trip to Argentina. I thought security would potentially hassle me, but outside of checking out my supply of feminine products, I was cleared without a problem. Except the look on the TSA officer's face was priceless, I will say that.
So, this blog post will be interesting, since it will chronicle my time in the airport until I finally get to Mar Del Plata, so keep an eye on it. It may update without you realizing it. Muhahaha. Ha.
So, without further adieu:
July 16th, 12:37pm EST
I'm sitting in the terminal at Boston Logan, waiting for my plane to JFK. However, since this terminal has a brewery in it, I may grab myself a drink and some grub while I wait. Well, maybe just a drink. I'm really not that hungry right now. If anything eventful happens, I'll keep you updated.
1:18pm EST
Ok, the fire alarm is going off in the terminal. And no one is moving. At all.
Wow, we're an intelligent group of people.
I'm personally taking my cue from the staff. They're not moving either, and I figure if they're not moving, it's not important, and they know it. Or they just have a death wish or something. In any case the damn alarm sound will make me jump off a cliff soon.
By the way, I just called it good with a Mocha Frappacino.
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