What is it about me that makes me want to travel up north this time of year? It's summer. Who would possibly want to head up to New England and risk taking a few degrees off the temperature for a week or so?
Well, that's what I'm about to do, for better or worse. Let me sacrifice a little warmth for some ... mosquitos.
I'm not fooling anybody. The main draw up there, when I get to Massachusetts every August, is mosquitos. They bite. They ain't no damn fun.
I go up there because I'm a glutton for punishment. I remember the summer of 2005. I got my airfare covered, and I went up there to write about a conference. I found out it was such a good time. I went back in 2006, same deal. Only more fun.
Go back in 2007? Paying my own way, this time. Just as much fun. But not reimbursed a cent. I couldn't come up with a single printable word about the experience. That Hunter S. Thompson shit don't fly with that publisher.
Take us to 2008. I know I'm not getting paid. I know there's no reimbursement. The only reason I'm going is because it is going to be so much fun. I'm going to play with a bunch of musicians, and we're going to entertain. That's what's on my agenda.
Right now I'm on the road, taking a shuttle to the airport. I'm going to be in Manchester, New Hampshire, by morning, and in Westford, Massachusetts, by afternoon. And everything is going to be cool.
I guess that it for now. More when I get to the airport. I had a good time in D.C. tonight, and I ought to reflect on that.
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