When going on a 3-day trip to the greater Boston area, it is important to have three things:

(1) tickets to Gutenberg! The Musical!, (2) a Dunkin' Donuts gift card, and (3) the knowledge that no matter what obstacle gets in your way, everything will turn out alright.

On day one, when you get to Hertz rental and a creepy man from Quebec lurks over your shoulder and delays your trip by 20 minutes -- do not fret and search for some mace -- he'll eventually leave.

And when you get to Salem and have to circle the town for over an hour searching for parking -- do not panic and start screaming obscenities  -- you'll eventually get one.
 
Then when you've parked and can't find any of the tours you've been planning for months -- do not let the stress give you a headache -- you'll eventually find them.
 
The next night after you've spent the whole day anticipating a show
and get lost on the way, with only twenty minutes to spare -- do not have an earth-shattering panic attack and almost crash your car into a wall -- you'll eventually get there.

And afterwards when you're looking for some place to eat and the only spot open is a Taco Bell drive-thru with over 30 cars in front of you -- do not grip your stomach and almost pass out  -- your burrito will eventually come.
 
Then on the last day when you go visit Harvard and you're too stupid to find legal parking -- do not experience heart palpitations and worry you won't have time to go see Lizzie Borden's house -- you'll eventually find a space with a meter.

Then after all is seen and done, and you leave Massachusetts with just enough time to get back and return your car -- do not get diarrhea and almost vomit out the window when you see this:
 

Once you're off the highway, you'll be able to zoom through every yellow light, ignore all the red ones, go 20 miles over the speed limit, and almost kill a dozen passersby before you eventually make it back to Hertz in a puddle of sweat right before they lock up the doors.

I am hoping to lower my blood pressure -- eventually.