Finally Here

Finally I am in Boston. Land of the magical marathon. There are one too many people sporting their marathon jackets and walking around with an air of, "I'm hot shit, I'm running the marathon." Well I am hot shit too. I took four, yes four, dumps on the airplane (sorry Southwest). Ken even asked if I was the one who left the residue in the airplane toilet. Yes sir. Proud of it. OK, so I did order a jacket. It's just not here yet. I will wear it in the airplane bathroom next time.

It was a long day that started at 3:20 a.m. The kids are asleep while watching Wizards of Waverly Place and room service hasn't even arrived. Guess I will have to eat all the grilled cheese and fries with a side of club sandwich. All by myself. It is the cross a mother must bear.

So, we got here at about 2pm. It is freaking freezing. Freezing as in my tit froze off and I can't run a marathon with this kind of wind and cold. We went to lunch and the kid at the next table had a seizure. That may not be a good sign for the race. It freaked Emma out and she couldn't finish her lunch. One very bright spot was the hotel told me I had a package. Guess what? Shart brownies from Jason with the sweetest and best note ever. I am one lucky girl. My hope is that shart brownies make you shart because I do really want to soil my skirt on Monday. Skirts were meant to be soiled. That is my new bumper sticker.

We headed to the happy hour at Champions and it was so packed I could not find one blogger amongst the whole drunken bunch of soccer and hockey fans grabbing my ass. Finally, I laid eyes on EMZ and her husband because their heads nearly touch the ceiling at any given time. And I got to see Morgan and Aron, very cool too. I also met Charlyn and her dad - you may remember she is one of the ones who won the Boston Marathon entry giveaway on my blog. She wanted to surprise her pops at the start line, but he is just neurotic enough he looked himself up; several times and found her name. So great to meet them both.

Room service still not here.

Today's diet has been the perfect pre-marathon training meal of beer, wine, goldfish, pizza and bar snacks. Oh well. Bring on the crapping of the pants on Monday. Inevitable

Tomorrow is expo and rain. I am sleeping in and there is a Dunkin' Donuts across the street I must visit.

Later,

SUAR