This was my Wednesday.
Foggy commute into town.
Crossing the bridge.
The High street.
Cheerful greeting from the Vodaphone shop.
My ride to Heathrow.
Making my way to the terminal.
Waiting area until gate is announced.
Thought someone might like to see this. £300 (roughly US $450) for one bottle. Is that stuff made out of gold or something?
Harrods at Heathrow.
Lunch at Yo Sushi.
Please hurry up and call my gate already.
Complimentary reading material at the gate.
My chariot awaits.
Worst seat assignment ever. I was on the poop deck. It was pretty shitty. Richard Branson, why do you torment me so?
At least there was entertainment of my choosing. By the way, Clash of the Titans sucked big hairy monkey balls. Way to destroy a classic, dipshits.
Are we there yet?
My ride home. Boston airport doesn’t allow photographs to be taken inside and I had to haul ass to catch my courtesy bus to the rental car place, hence the gap in photos here.
Remember, X, stay on the right side of the road.
Quick stop at the Christmas Tree Shop for stocking essentials and a potty break. Also I was feeling a bit nauseous so walking around for a bit helped with that.
Running to the border for dinner.
Greeted at home by my furball and…
a year’s worth of mail to go through.
Have a great weekend, everyone.