As soon as I got in the car, here in Boston, we sped off to Trader Joes. ("Sped off" is kind of an exaggeration since Boston traffic never moves, but whatever.)
I loaded up on groceries since for some blasphemous reason there's no T.J.s in the Twin Cities. (They plan to have one built by 2009, I think.)
I have bad news for Miles: they are out of bbq chicken pizza. I'm hoping they'll have more before I leave for home, but they couldn't tell me for sure.
Anyway, I got some old faves: black-pepper cashews and three bars of oatmeal soap. Best part: it's all paid for by the parents. I love free money.
Now I'm hanging out at Kimberley's apartment which is quite lovely while the three of them go see some boring author reading. Then we're all off to dinner.
So far, no horrifying Boston moments to report.
