The whole check-in/security thing went amazingly fast this evening, so we have found ourselves with a big chunk of time to kill in one of the less exciting areas of Logan Airport. We’ve had a snack (Wok ‘n’ Roll, which I hope I won’t be seeing again later in an air sickness bag), browsed the Borders book shop, bought an outrageously expensive bottle of water, took some Sudafed, and are now waiting, waiting, waiting at our gate. Larry is being a good student and reading his textbook. I am watching the female flight attendants totter by on their stilt-like high heels.

Earlier one of the airlines kept paging someone who we both SWEAR was named Evil Rex. I don’t know about you, but this brings up all sorts of exciting possibilities in my mind. Is he like regular Rex but EVIL? Is he a perfectly nice guy who just happens to have been named Evil? Is he some sort of daredevil? A super villain? A dinosaur? I feel like a better person than I would be inspired to begin writing a novel about this RIGHT NOW. But I am tired and lazy and so instead here is a photo of us looking bored at the Virgin Atlantic gate.