20 Something Gamer

Just spent the last week in the good ol' USA. Boston MA to be precise.


And I've gotta say, it was hard work. First the flight was canceled due to "inclement" weather, it snowed (a bit) the night before, and then it started raining. Heathrow has to buy a snow plough or two, cause this is stupid.


Anyway after Virgin canceled the flight, they told us they can put us on an American Airlines flight later in the day, we really wanted to get out there so, what the hell, we took the flight, and then, four hours later than planned, me and my Dad were of to our next problem.


On arrival we got into a taxi, and made our way to the Royal Sonesta Hotel in Cambridge, where, because of Virgin canceling our flight, they had canceled our reservation at the hotel. This is at PM local time but it feels to us like it is two in the morning. So the person behind the check in desk, calls up Virgin to see what's what but, of course, the help line's closed for the evening. At which point they tell us that even though all our paperwork says that we are to have a nice comfy room for the night, our names aren't down as having one. But its all sorted when Dad pays for the room for the night when promised that Virgin will sort it all out and pay Dad back. Which to be fair, they did.


Anyway, that was the end of the getting there fiasco, then came the good times... walking around Boston, seeing the sights and hanging with my mates.



All to soon came the time for us to leave, but having not been able to see one particular friend, I decided, "You know, if i go see her at 2:45 I can hang for two hours, catch the T and be at the airport with plenty of time to spare". But best laid plans and all. After two hours, I said my goodbyes and got on the T only for it to stop at a station for a stupidly long time for some completely unknown reason. Then, maybe just to piss everyone off, someone decided that the shuttle bus to the airport, needed a freaking MOT test at the bus stop, with us inside it. Well after everything (my plan gave us at least 45 min to check in,) we arrived at the check in desk with 30 seconds to spare before check in for our flight closed.


And that was my holiday in summary. I know I've explained all the bad part to some sad level, but that is the stuff I can write about, I could not begin to describe to you about how happy I am when I see my friends or how great it is to take a walking tour of Boston with my father.


Guys if you are reading this, know I'm grateful to you all and, thanks for everything.