My little brother was scheduled to fly into Boston tonight at about 10:30 for the much-anticipated Police concert at Fenway. Once in a lifetime thing, this concert. This was never supposed to happen. They were never getting back together. But they have. And they're playing Fenway. And we have tickets. We're SO THERE.
Except Bo's flight got cancelled. Thunderstorms in Ohio.
Fear not. He's now scheduled to get into Boston tomorrow at 4 p.m. It's bummer because he's only here until Monday morning, so I'll really only get a day and a half with him, but I can't really complain, because one of those nights we'll be rocking out with Sting, Stewart, and Andy. Bo says if the plane doesn't take off tomorrow he's renting a car and driving to Boston. I hope it doesn't come to that.
Keep your fingers crossed for us.
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