I was soooooo scared. I guess I have seen too many bad horror movies. I thought I would be stuck in the bed. Or that it would catch on fire. Or that my hair would burn. Or that I would melt. Or that I would be locked in there and turned into barbecue.
But no. After 6 minutes the door opened and I was out. With a little tan. As simple as that. I love it!
Kelli stopped by and took me for a city tour of the most interesting attractions: trendy bars, nice restaurants, good clubs. I have the perfect house mate.
The afternoon was spent at her place where we finally told each other our most intimate secrets while enjoying ice cold beers and grilling chicken in the back porch. Bostonians have a lot to learn.