Couldn't even begin to tell you about the day I had. I'll tell you in two weeks. Promise.
For now, my trip:
Packed this morning but Jim forgot to confirm our ride. So I took the train to 34th and 7th Ave, where, like a $10 hooker, I stood on the corner to wait for a shiny silver car to pick me up.
For international flights you gotta be checked in at least an hour before the plane departs. We were scheduled for 5:55. We arrived at 4:53. After some well handled pleading, we got in. We went to the clubroom where I had a scotch (no good rum available).
We hopped on the plane and I listened to Good Souls as the plane leveled off.
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Music: see the words in italics above