Albeit a little soggy

All eyes and oars turned towards Boston as thousands of rowers and coxons made their way into the frigid (almost swimmable) banks of the River Charles for the 41st rendition of Head of the Charles regatta race. The plan was to get up early, grab a few hot toddies and catch the action down by the old BU haunts. Instead mother nature threw a monkey wrench into the plans as Wilma made the day quite unbearable. Elly and I were able to enjoy the foliage and the brisk fall day for a grand total of 27 minutes before we retreated to the comfy confines of the local Starbucks to polish off some ads for class.

Surrounded by warmth (buxom coeds), vanilla latte in hand, stack of ad annuals across from us, pen for me/marker for her and we're off. This is good and hopefully how things will be if everything goes according to plan. Let the Clios come rolling in...

After wrapping up our ideas it was off for a marathon window shopping/beer& burgers sojourn down Newbury/Boylston. Oh yeah the on and off rain that's been going on had officially switched to on and I made the brilliant choice of brining a flask of rum (for the toddy) instead of the umbrella. Staying warm though. Well I managed to pick up the finishing touches to my Halloween costume, lay the foundation for my Christmas list, check out 5 shoe stores, enjoy some tall beverages and get our daily exercise in.