Well 'round about noon yesterday, after I heard stories of well known blog sites being invited (and actually given press passes) to the Democratic Convention in Boston, BK and I decided to hop on some red-eyes and do our own pirate reporting of the goings-on. We felt we had to witness first-hand the DMZed protester pen, the hoards of average, bloated Americans wearing way too much red, white and blue and of course the free drinks at the no doubt plethora of hospitality parties. The flight was uneventful thanks to a fist full of Dramamine and BK and I met at the appointed spot in the airport without incident. Logan was not nearly the madhouse I anticipated it would be, maybe because we're so late in getting here (was that Glenn Close ordering hotdogs at the "Beantown Chow Down"?) The first order of business was to find some beers, this being Boston we figured that there had to be an Irish bar open somewhere. We were not in luck -at least there were not any in walking distance from where the cabbie dropped us off, so we bought some "fotties" at the "liquey" and proceeded to take the edge off the Dramamine. We then started walking the fifty blocks to the holding pen for Libertarians, et al. Before we made it there however we spotted a Cyber Cafe where I am writing this epistle. More to come.... my $5 is up.
