The signs should read SFO, and I should be in the air- but missed my flight on account of sleep. Sorry I party? Oh to be young & irresponsible, how I love thee.
Thanks to Southwest & a very nice roommate- I got on another flight with a layover in New Orleans. Maybe I can get beads & eat some beignets at Cafe Du Monde? Wishful thinking- I will alas experience this colorful city within the four walls of a crowded airport.
Which is its own little experience. The happy couples in love and en route to their future in-laws house. The restless kids playing with their toy airplanes. The seedy businessmen. The goodbyes and hellos and I love you's and thank gosh I am leaving you's.
My destination: Miami. Tgiving break 2010 baby-- take your top off!!!!!
Just joshing you. Those days have passed (and have never come to light actually- what a prude I am). 21 is for maturity! Nhhhhhat. I see a week of late night dancing, beach lounging, leisure reading, sunday boating, fine dining, and smiling and loving and relaxing and laughing.
Fun report to follow.
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