All Nighters Are Only Fun When It Involves Sex
All right, people. It's 4:48 a.m., Wednesday, June 8, 2005. I leave in about 30 minutes to make my way to JFK and take a transatlantic flight to London. I haven't slept a wink because I've been out drinking... and because I still haven't finished packing. I was afraid if I fell asleep, I'd never wake up, miss my flight and then someone would have to die.
This is my first trip overseas so I'm extremely excited. I'm 25 years old and I've never had my passport stamped. I feel so middle-of-nowhere-Nebraska. Well, in 10 days I can finally say I'm a well-educated, well-cultured New Yorker. Uh... well, I can at least say I took a plane over an ocean.
So, hopefully this will be the first of many updates. Gotta go. I'm still not done packing.
This is my first trip overseas so I'm extremely excited. I'm 25 years old and I've never had my passport stamped. I feel so middle-of-nowhere-Nebraska. Well, in 10 days I can finally say I'm a well-educated, well-cultured New Yorker. Uh... well, I can at least say I took a plane over an ocean.
So, hopefully this will be the first of many updates. Gotta go. I'm still not done packing.
posted by Chanandler at
4:47 AM
1 Comments:
It's funny you say that because the only fast food joint we ate at was a Burger King, and only because we thought it was appointed by Her Majesty. Oh, and portions are super-tiny. That's probably why we're super fat here and there sort of not.
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