Right now I’m sitting in a New York City hotel. It’s been one of the longest days ever. I’ve been traveling with my friend Eric Hancock, and we just spent the last three days in Boston, mostly taking in the city, seeing a bit of art and, most importantly, meeting with people that might help me get teaching jobs.

Boston is really a beautiful city, and I think I’d be happy to be there. After being stuck in a whirlwind of ridiculous public transportation here in New York tonight, the clean, efficient Boston T (subway system) will be a welcome improvement, if we get to move there.

Actually, the day has been quite interesting. Eric and I decided to take the $15 Lucky Star bus from Boston’s South Station to New York City’s the-middle-of-nowhere station. Actually, I shouldn’t say station because, well, it wasn’t. They dropped us off on the side of the road. We just had to walk aimlessly for awhile until someone told us where the nearest subway station was.

But the best part of the trip, by far, was when our bus driver randomly stopped at a Burger King about halfway through the trip. All 50+ people naturally emptied out, and we all got food and went to the bathroom. It was during Eric’s bathroom break, as a matter of fact, that the bus driver decided it was time to leave and started pulling the bus away, leaving five or more of us still inside. Luckily, my seat mate stopped him from taking off.

When we arrived in New York and finally got down to the trains, it took about 2 hours to get to our hotel, which is actually in Long Island City, right across the river from Manhattan. The hotel is fine, and I have a feeling I’m going to oversleep tomorrow.

Homer walks Stacy.

We both like eggs, just hate cleaning up after making them. Well, ok, I hate cleaning up, period.