Last Wednesday I stood around the arrival hall of Logan Airport, trying to find my old friend Gary in the crowd of people that emerged from the baggage claim area.
He flew over to Boston from Wichita, Kansas to visit me, bless his heart. I would have done the same, if there was actually anything to do in Wichita, which there isn't. I haven't seen him in about three years. This is also his first time on the East Coast so I had to make sure I did good in playing host. I lack good hosting skills, I think. After the third day my irritation with humanity kicks in and I'll say something like, "do we have to go out? People are outside."
Gary gets it though. It's the reason we became fast friends back in Nilai College years ago.
Nights were spent watching episodes of Doctor Who, Law & Order, and Worst Case Scenario. I like Bear Grylls and everything but sometimes I have to chuckle at his enthusiasm for survival tricks. Like when his car "breaks down in the middle of the scorching Las Vegas desert on a secluded road" and he's springing into action energetically. "He probably had three Red Bulls before they shot this," I point out to Gary.
Also, if you're driving solo and choose to take a long, secluded road, you're sort of asking for that scene from The Hills Have Eyes to happen.
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