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A tree in Bushnell Park
Wednesday was the best day of summer. Thursday then, was the day after the best day of summer. I knew exactly what I was getting myself into as early as Monday...but my whole crazy whirlwind scheme was worth it anyway. The flights were not open, I was more than 90 miles from any city that Midwest flies to, and there was horrible weather on the entire east coast. I'm not usually a reckless non-rev, but I'll be honest, I kinda liked it. I'm always really spontaneous anyway, so this added a little bit of fun. When I woke up, I grabbed my cell phone and updated my Facebook status: "I am going to get up and have breakfast, and then start trying to figure out how the heck I am going to make it back to MKE". Only one of my friends seemed even the slightest bit concerned.


But, that's what I did. First, we went downstairs and filled some plates with food from the continental breakfast, and as we watched more Phineas & Ferb, I got online and checked the loads for Boston, Philly, LaGuardia, Newark and even DC. While some flights had a single open seat (we needed two), the flights were already so delayed that there was a risk of any of them cancelling while we were in transit, thereby stranding us wherever we were. After an hour of careful research, I knew I had to go to Boston. If I was going to get stuck somewhere, it had to be someplace I have a home. And internet access. I knew there was no way I was going to get out that night, so I had resolved to just try every single flight all day on Friday.
And like that, we conquered Connecticut. It was as easy as it looks.
I also had passes on Air Tran if all else failed.

I went to the business center and I swear I waited over a half hour for this family to get off the lone computer. They had YX BOS bag tags on their luggage. I considered trying to stall them somehow so they would miss their flight and then I could have their seats. That would have been pretty funny at least, because it was crazily random seeing three other people who actually did this MKE/BOS/BDL thing for whatever reason, and here we were staying at the same hotel. But the last thing I wanted to do was strike up a conversation with these people, because I'm sure it would have taken them even longer to get off the computer. They did eventually leave, and I went online to buy bus tickets. As luck would (not) have it, the business center's printer did not work.
This is absolutely the worst fountain I've ever seen in my life.
The two girls at the front desk were very helpful though, and after several unsuccessful attempts at fixing the printer, they eventually had me e-mail them the boarding passes and they printed it for me someplace else. I actually wrote a complimentary letter to Holiday Inn when I got home because I really appreciated their help.  If I could not have printed those boarding passes, it would have cost me an additional $70 to get on that bus.

We were left with just under two hours to explore Hartford. We headed straight out into Bushnell Park. There were of course, no people in the park. I know, I keep going back to this, but I am so over the lack of people in Hartford! I mean, in certain places it would be nice to have no one around but yourself.
Like the mountains, a forest, maybe a beach. But smack in the middle of the downtown of a major American city, surrounded by tall buildings? What IS that? It's creepy is what it is! It's also kind of disturbing, because it is honestly a very nice place. It's walkable, there are museums and historical sites, and the park is really pretty. It's just that when you walk past the pond, it feels like a zombie will come crawling out of the water and eat your flesh, because surely there is no way that a city that has a Big East team and an airport and everything CAN HAVE NO PEOPLE IN IT!

Well, regardless, there aren't any people in it. So whatever. I try Hartford! I want to believe. But I am afraid that you are not living up to your full potential. I know, that's such a condescending remark.
Let's hope that in 1803, it really was spelled "drownded." Because otherwise I'll go to hell for making fun of this.
My 10th grade English teacher used to say that to me a lot. You know what, though? She was right!

But I digress. We stopped at the playground, took some photos of the inoperable fountains there, and then made our way...east? I have no sense of direction. It might have been west. Or south or north for that matter. We kind of zigzagged through the city, just checking everything out, and ended up at the Ancient Burying Grounds, which I learned is the oldest historic site in Hartford. 6000 people were buried there, but only a fraction of the original grounds remain. That kind of thing always creeps me out, because it means that either about 5000 peoples' graves were disturbed, or that all the office buildings and Dunkin Donuts and streets are built on top of them...
Teddy and Donkey admiring the view
or...? You see? Zombies! We spent quite a while in the graveyard actually. Trinity would have stayed even longer if I had not forced her to leave. There is a headstone that lists "drownded" as the case of death. That has got to be the most dreadful thing I've ever seen so far. I hope for their sake that in 1803, drownd was used in the present tense, because these days the only ones who pronounce it that way are three year olds and stupid people.

We wandered taking in as much of the city as we could before our bus left. We rode back to Boston on a bus that provided free wifi, and took turns updating our Twitter in the midle of a thunderstorm. I was actively checking the flight information, and as it turned out, the flight was so delayed that people must have given up, or were rerouted to make connections, because it had plenty of open seats. I knew what time the plane would get in, and therefore what time it would leave. I was mentally preparing myself to get to the airport. But the later it got, the more it became impossible. There were just too many steps involved in getting to the airport in time. So we went home to Cambrige and watched news stories about Henry Louis Gates. The President had called the Cambridge police stupid. Oh snap!

*George Carlin
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Posted on: Sep 20, 2009
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A tree in Bushnell Park
A tree in Bushnell Park
And like that, we conquered Connec…
And like that, we conquered Conne…
This is absolutely the worst fount…
This is absolutely the worst foun…
Lets hope that in 1803, it really…
Let's hope that in 1803, it reall…
Teddy and Donkey admiring the view
Teddy and Donkey admiring the view
They wouldnt get down from that l…
They wouldn't get down from that …
Trinity, a fountain, and the Capit…
Trinity, a fountain, and the Capi…
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Downtown Hartford
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Turtles are coming! Save yourself!
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I think this is supposed to be fi…
Trinity, the turtle jockey.
Trinity, the turtle jockey.
A giant fish in the pond.
A giant fish in the pond.
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Never forget.
Never forget.
Pigeon
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*Now* I know Im in New England!
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Back to the begining!
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As a matter of fact, I HAVE.
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