Bosstown

Well, ACL is getting close and Meteorologico, the weather god, appears to be on our side. In case you don't trust weather.com, take my word for it: it's cloudy, it's cool, and there is a nice little breeze. I'm a little worried this is all a ruse; I feel like I need to smash a few thermometers tonight as a sacrifice, then light all my short pants on fire to seal the deal. We will have good weather this weekend! The power of positive thinking, along with copious amounts of destroyed weather instruments, will make it so!

I'm going to be in Boston, MA next week. You probably think I'm going up there so I can pick up a few saves for the Red Sox. Unfortunately, I'm not, although they do have an urgent need for a guy with a 40 mph change-up. However, I will be participating in something that's sure to have just as many groupies: the SD Best Practices conference! YeeeeeoW! Deeedly deeedly deeedly deeeeeeeeeeerrrrrr (air guitar noises).

I'll be rocking New England by myself. I don't know if that's good or bad. Good: I get to eat wherever I want. Bad: I'll be eating by myself a lot, and I think they make you eat in the bathroom when that's the case, so you don't depress everyone else in the joint. Good: I can do whatever I want after class is done. Bad: if I am attacked by hobos, I won't have anyone to call to my defense.

If there's one group that makes my social skills look absolutely refined, it's the people who attend conferences like this one. Thus, I'm not worried about picking up friends. The only danger for me is picking up too many friends, and having some of them put the moves on my Dr.-Dobbs-approved groupies. This is why I'll be distributing leaflets in advance, warning all groupies to check ID if someone claims to be me.

Okay, I no longer recall what it is I'm supposed to be talking about. Boston, my hopes are high. Deliver the goods or I'll take out my frustrations on the hotel minibar.