So, you can only imagine my moment of delight when asked to write today's entry. Followed closely by a long period of dismay over having no idea of what to write. So, here's my collection of random thoughts on my trip so far:

Though prone to bouts of exaggeration, I can say without a doubt that I suffered through the worst classroom experience of my life in what can only be called a semblance of an orientation session today. After orientation, you want to learn a bit more about the firm and leave feeling excited about where you work. I wanted to quit by the time it was over. The best part of the day was the view from the building at 500 Boylston.

I met Debbie at Vox tonight after work. Boston's 30 beautiful people sat at the bar and shot me disdainful looks over their martinis and chardonnays. I wanted to tell them that I was from New York - thank you very much - where they wouldn't get past a velvet rope to save their lives.

I have this fortuitous little habit of meeting men when I travel. Sitting on airplanes, having a drink at the bar, waiting for luggage. There were no attractive male seatmates on the Shuttle, but I did get the next best thing... The VP for Corporate Relations for the Celtics. I noticed her title on some papers she was reading (sue me, I'm nosy) and plotted the best way to strike up a conversation (I like to think I am merely friendly). My efforts were worth it as I walked off the plane with a business card, a schedule and an offer of tickets the next time I was in town. Even a chance to see my beloved Timmy and the Spurs...

So, we'll throw out the first two instances and concentrate on the latter as a good omen for the rest of the weekend. The North End. A tiny town in Maine. Big breakfast. Familiar friends. Long conversations. And still another potential meeting with fate on the plane ride back.