Easy peasey.
I’ve almost come to cherish the frantic scrambling that precedes a business flight, and yet today, inexplicably… I have all the time in the world. I’ve got an hour before I have to leave, and yet all I have remaining is to pack, do dishes, water the plant, and get some cash.
It’s a good thing Lucy and I picked out a bigger pot for Reggie – that little one barely held any water. I think he’ll be just fine for the four days I’m gone.
It sounds like Kristen, Woody and I are going to meet tonight and hit up Little Tokyo, wherein I will sample what is known as “almost totally authentic Tokyo Raman”. With the rest of my free time (I’ll have to manufacture some), I’m hoping to visit The Edison, and on Thursday go to dinner with Michelle.
Okay, flying off to shoot movies of CEOs for the web is pretty cool, everything considered, but visiting friends is totally what makes this worthwhile.
Oh man. Good ramen, the real stuff, is amazing. Ashley and I have scoured Boston for the last several years, and there’s only one place that measures up. Unsurprisingly, it’s awesome to watch the chef work–he treats it like art. And for $8, I couldn’t ask for a tastier dinner with my lady.