Saturday, December 31, 2005
I am officially naming the series of detours and road closings that occur in the city of Boston at night and prevent anyone and everyone from driving out of the city in anything resembling a northerly direction.
They are hereby named the Blue Cats and Red Sox/Cursed to First Detours. Because never in the history of the universe have two (relatively) innocent people been so consistently victimized by a series of road closings.
I escaped the city this time only by ignoring the detour, going in the opposite direction, and ending up in the Ted Williams tunnel... from a completely unmarked access road. Not once in the approach to, or even at the entrance of this tunnel were the words "Ted Williams tunnel" posted anywhere. Not once. I can't get over how insane this is.
As of the time of this posting, I actually do not know if Beth made it out of the city alive. I was already driving safely up route 1A when I called to see how she was faring, and she was still circling in the detours. This was slightly after 2 am.
The Chanukah story shall resume later today (i.e. not in the wee morning hours but not at night, obviously, it being New Years Eve), and will conclude over the next couple of days. I'm sorry for the hiatus, but the Alamo Bowl really upset me quite a bit (Jere, Twitch, you both suck. Tons), and then tonight I was being fed absurdly good food by Kristen and catching up with the other people present, because us Red Sox bloggers are neat like that.
If you're really upset about not having the story to read for a couple days, in other words, you should go find a Cornhusker to blame.