Here I am!

Welp, I made it! I am officially in Massachusetts!
I expected it to be a little cooler when I got here, and it is. It was a little rain/misty when I got off the plane. The ride was great, and the view...OMFG.
It's so wierd when you fly. The take-off is soooo intense, everything goes by so fast. You are up in the air in no time, then everything starts to slow down. I have never flown at night before, and let me tell you...it was breathtaking to say the least. It's like looking at a miniature train garden, but the reality of it being your home, your society, your life below is a pretty awe-inspiring thing. Well, it is to me, at least. I doubt other people see it with such great intensity as I do.

The only sucky thing thus far is that the airline 'lost' my luggage. Well, they didn't exactly lose it, it was put on a different plane. My original flight was set to depart at 6:50, but the agant said there was an available seat for an earlier flight, and that my original flight was going to be delayed big time. I thought 'what the hell, I'll have more time to chill once I land.' Well, unbeknownst to me, the 'earlier' flight ended up being delayed because they tried to squeeze more people from the later flight onto this one, and they didn't switch my bags to the new flight. There must have been some runway traffic and ground control issues factored in as well. There were a few other people who had 'misplaced' luggage as well. This one guy had a business meeting at 11am tomorrow, and they would not have his bags to him until 10:30. Poor guy. I told him it could have been worse-the universe could have opened a vortex and the intinerary of his luggage could have completely vanished. He laughed and agreed that it's true, that there is a bright side to this mess. I will say that even with the delays, the 'baggage incident,' and lack of a better view, the flight was great. The thought that my entire week depends on whether or not my bags still exist doesn't even have me stressed. I know that there was going to be an issue, and I think the expectation takes the edge out of it actually happening. It was a simple mistake, and I trust that things will be 100% tomorrow morning when I wake.

Canman and Angela met me at the airport. They wanted me to call them when I got my bags. Well I waited around for my bags and they ended up calling me to see what was up. I told them what was going on, and they decided to just park and scoop me up at the airport. We all hit it off, and then went out to a place called Johnny Harvard's. It was a little pub looking place, with some pretty good food. We talked for a bit, then headed to the studio via the scenic route.
Visions Tattoo is impeccable. It's a super clean studio with a great art gallery atmosphere. Canman is quite an artist! I was admiring his paintings and drawings as they gave me the tour. Angela is fucking awesome as well! Our first conversation was about alpaca's! You can't go wrong when you have a 25 minute conversation about llamas and alpacas with a stranger! Hee Hee!!

MMMyup. There is high speed interenet in my room, and I plan on taking full advantage before this week is out. For now, it's time to take advantage of unlimited heat (yea 82 degrees!), and two big beds in my room. Until the sunrises, so long!

OH! PS: That whole business card thing is taken care of. In my more concious moments, I packed a shit ton of biz cards in the back of my portfolio before I sent it 2 months ago. YEY! I had a feeling the great forces had my back!!