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Have greeted several old acquaintances, extended well-wishes to Mr. and Mrs. Watson, shed copies of tawdry sensationalist murder mystery, discussed déjà vu with Amanda Marcotte at least once and perhaps again. Currently hacking up the stale air of the casino; expect to continue same for at least a day, as in Vegas, tobacco additives take the place of nitrogen, and the miasma of billions of burnt cigarettes smoked by burnt-out tourists seeps into everything like the disease-inducing rot imagined by some pre-germ-theory physician.
Visiting that city again? Never will be too soon.
The prompt arrival of bag, bus and two subway trains has prompted some primitive attribution-of-agency circuit in my brain to believe that Boston is welcoming me back.
Comments
... I KNEW you were going to say that... I had a feeling...
Anyway, a prompt anything at Logan is a supernatural occurrence.
Posted by: Greg Laden
| July 13, 2009 9:29 AM
Thank you. You're the first person to make me feel better about not going.
Posted by: Stephanie Z | July 13, 2009 12:48 PM
Well ...
that was unexpected.
Sounds like the miasma has gone to your brain, too.
Posted by: Sili
| July 13, 2009 2:13 PM
My lungs are still full of tobacco smoke. Cough, cough. Ew.
Posted by: Joshua
| July 14, 2009 5:28 PM
What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, except when you carry it out in your alveoli.
Posted by: Blake Stacey
| July 14, 2009 8:19 PM
They allow smoking indoors??? Remind me never to go.
Posted by: Monado | July 17, 2009 4:34 AM