Roy and Hard's flights were set to arrive at 3:30. I am about an hour and twenty minute drive away from the airport in Boston.
I woke up at about 3:50 and got ready to go pick them up.
Matt and I got moderately lost trying to find where to park at the airport. Hard, Roy, and I did virtually no planning. All we knew ahead of time was that I was going to pick them up from the airport at 3:30. There's been a decent amount of pictures of me on the website, so they knew what to look for. I hadn't seen any pictures of Andy (Hard2tel) but I was pretty sure he was tall and white. Roy was supposed to be a little Indian boy with an Australian accent. That's about all we had to work with.
Once we got INTO the airport it wasn't too tough and we met up and headed to the parking garage. We probably spent a good 15 or 20 minutes in the garage looking for my car before we found it.
I quickly showed Roy and Andy what it means to be an asshole and voted the countries worst state of drivers when I needed to get on the highway.
I was the blue car and needed to squeeze between the green and red cars before we passed the exit. Needless to say I sped up like the masshole I am and wedged myself between them.
We went to Spike's Junkyard Dogs and had the world's best hot dogs, maybe better.
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