I wonder who failed to greet her at 2:30 a.m. on a Sunday night with the fanfare she feels she deserves?
1:28 am EST at JFK: garish pink luggage in hand, not a taxi in sight. Oh, how I’m glad to be back. (And poof! The taxis appear!)
NY, LA, SF, Chicago, DC: I hate them & I love them all at once, for different reasons at different times. That Does Not Seem To Ever Change.
An hour later:
I just realized that I like most human beings a lot more in theory than I do in reality. This is depressing. Also, I am PMSing. Related? Hmm