strike 1…slept through my alarm yesterday. and woke up to the phone ringing telling me my ride was waiting for me outside. i got dressed in exactly 2 minutes and had to brush my teeth in the airport bathroom. HAWT!
strike 2…boarding pass. left at home on my bed.
strike 3…code 9 = airplane puker!! a random girl used her barf bag and then the barf bag of the man beside her. cue the panic attack!
strike 4…San Francisco is FREEZING. have already gone to Old Navy to buy $50 jacket. it’s AWESOME. thanks, Slynnro. i totally am copying her, but fuck it, she’s awesome.
strike 5…ali stomach trouble is in full effect. can’t. poop. in. front. of. people. (sorry. but it’s true. i’m carrying around a bloat baby. not to be confused with a food baby. i don’t have one of those…because i haven’t eaten any REAL meals since i got here.)
in the end…entirely worth it.
everyone is gorgeous. and nice. and GREAT.
pictures up on flickr.