After the last few threats from Inspector Leafit T. Cleaver, we thought it might be good to get out of town for a few days. Obviously, my dad was on to us. When we heard PAX was in Boston, that was that. We knew Edward would totally blend in there (with all those totally normal people wearing totally normal clothes.) It was perfect!
At least, that is what I thought until I got there on Friday. PAX was a little overwhelming. I mean, just look.
Edward wasn’t overwhelmed though. He loved PAX. He was just a little miffed that no one asked to take his picture. Apparently, he wasn’t as famous as these guys.
I’m a little curious about the guy in the suit…not those suits, the guy on the right with the case. Is it a costume? Is he a hardcore gamer on his lunch break from a job he hates? Is he selling something, like custom made gaming tables? And what’s in the case, anyway? The world may never know. I will tell you he is completely out of place. I felt completely out of place in a preppy looking white sweater and skinny jeans. (What was I thinking? I should have totally worn my Bourgeois Pig shirt and some chucks.) Standard issue at PAX is a grungy black T-shirt and very comfortable shoes. You should try very hard to look like you are not trying, that is, unless you are this blue guy.
After PAX, we decided to stick around and laze about Boston on Saturday.
Like the rest of Boston, Mrs. Mallard and her eight ducklings were ready for spring and St. Patrick’s Day. (You aren’t looking so great anymore, snow.)
Saturday was a really warm day in Boston. Everyone came out to the Boston Common to celebrate. We did too, although it wasn’t clear to us what we were celebrating. Brrr…
Edward took the opportunity to appreciate a little history and snap a shot with the capitol building.
I can’t tell you where we went from there, because, for all I know, the Inspector has found this blog. However, feel free to message me with suggestions about where we should hide out next.