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Wednesday was the first night we spent in East Boston. We didn't get home until pretty late because we were at Honar's birthday party. I was pretty toasty from too much running around over the past week, too much lobster and too much wine. We parked in a questionable spot-- the road wasn't exactly paved, there was a 'no parking sign' but there were lots of other cars parked near us. We decided that we would move the car first thing in the morning. . After an adventure-- a box I was carrying from the car exploded all over the street, We got home, put some couch cushions and a couple of thermarests on the floor, and immediately passed out. . In the morning I couldn't find anything. Where are my undies? Where is the shower curtain? How about socks? Do we have ANYTHING for breakfast? We turned on the radio, and found out about the London train bombings. . Fuck. . Travis. . But I couldn't get in touch with him-- no phones were working in London, we had no phone or internet at home, there was nothing I could do, and already I was late for work. . I walked to the train, got on, and got a copy of the crappy 'Metro' paper. Blue Line--fine. Green Line couple of stops--fine. We got to Park Street, where we proceeded to wait for a half hour-- presumably because of either security fears. I read the 'Metro' cover to cover, to stop myself from freaking out. . I made it to work an hour late, rushed to my computer, emailed Trav, his mom, and finally got his message, entitled "we are okay"-- . phones and text arent working in central london at the moment - just to let everyone know dorota and I are ok. . I should have been on that aldgate train but i was late for work today.... . Relief. . Finally, I can stop freaking out. . And then...