UMTravels

All the flights were early — early leaving, early arriving. And empty. I mean REALLY empty. Seats in First Class available (at least half a dozen on each flight). People back in coach could have an entire 6 seat row to themselves. I haven’t seen flights this empty since October 2001 (that would be a month after “that incident”).

My plane was supposed to land at 5:35am — by 5:35am I was at the hotel, checked-in, and waiting for the breakfast bar to open. So few people staying here that a normal 3pm check-in wasn’t required. To me, it’s like getting an extra day free since I went to bed after breakfast and woke up at noon.

More after dinner with friends.

And this would be the birthday boy. A surprise 50th birthday party in Boston at the Summer Shack. All the references over the last week to heading to the East Coast specifically didn’t mention Boston in case Pucci was reading the blog.

Pucci’s mother flew in from Omaha, his friend Lia flew in from San Francisco, and  flew in from Seattle to make this a memorable birthday for our boy.

GREAT food at the Shack. I had a half dozen mixed oysters from Nova Scotia and Prince Edward Island — followed by the local albacore tuna in a lobster mole sauce. Stunningly good — as was every other thing I sampled off everyone else’s plates. there were eleven of us all together — quite a party.

After the party is was off to Pucci’s duplex which neither Lia or his mother had yet seen — and a nightcap or two for Pucci and I.

We shoved off about 1am with Lia taking mom and me back to the Hamption Inn Airport for what feels like my second night in Boston, even though it’s only my first.