Back on Blogger’s Row there is an air of restrained exuberance due less, we suspect, to tonight’s speaking agenda than to the Big Blogger’s Bash later tonight at an exclusive Greek restaurant in Charlestown where we are invited to meet “the future majority leaders of Congress”. Stay tuned for a report.
Bad news on the key front. Asking at the security checkpoint where we left our Ecuadorian good luck key ring on Monday, we were informed that at the end of the night everything gets turned over to the Boston Police. Theoretically, the Boston Police have a lost key room, somewhere in the bowels of one of their fortresses, and maybe someday we will discover where it is and win our way to reclaim our lucky key ring.
But not today. In the meantime, we have found a copy of the car key, another American birthright, and since we are moving into a new apartment next week it is hardy worthwhile to make a copy of the condo key for the place we are staying. But we’ll have to go back to the souvenir stand at the Mitad del Mundo Monument outside of Quito, Ecuador, where you can stand with one foot in the Northern Hemisphere and one in the Southern in order to replace our lucky keychain and bottle opener. We hope we can do that soon, because we are getting too old to be opening bottles with our teeth.
Just don’t flush a toilet while stradling the equator like that – the water will get confused and come shooting straight up and hit ya.
My girlfriend showed me the trick where the latch on a Motel door jam will open a beer bottle, no problemo.