If you're going to go for the angel bullshit you might as well go for the zombie package as well.*
Hartford Travel Blog› entry 13 of 15 › view all entries
July 23rd, 2009 – by: freak0ut
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.
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.
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.
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.
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...
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!
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