Left work shortly after noon on Friday and paid a visit to my hairstylist. (Strategic planning on my part, you betcha.) Got fab new color and a much-needed trim and he only charged me $65.00! Lovelovelove my Boston hairdresser.
Took a cab to the airport. During which the Jamaican cabby extolled to me the devastation of his divorce and that even if I should ever find my man "laying on top of anothah woman", I should "forgive him, mon." Uhhh, riiiiiiiiight. Moving on.
Got to Logan with, oh, 2+ hours to spare. Immediately hit the
So my flight was fine, aside from the fact that my seatmate was Sammy Steroids. A gold-chain wearing, broad shouldered, no neck guy who never stopped cracking his knuckles, bouncing his leg and tapping his fingers. For the entire flight. And did I mention that he also mumbled to himself under his breath? For the entire flight. I think Sammy was seriously jonesin'. The amount of fidgeting was pretty much the same experience I would have had sitting next to one of my boyz. Except with way less legroom.
When the shuttle picked me up, I met Jyl (from Mom It Forward) and we chatted nonstop the entire way to the hotel, while our schizo driver bobbed and weaved her way through the NY traffic, flashing the high beams at anyone who dared get in her way. And when Jyl needed change for $20, guess where the driver pulled her money from? Not her bra (which? ewwww!), but kinda worse. Her shoe! Sweaty, crumpled money that was jammed under her skank foot in her shoe. Yum.
Forcing myself to take advantage of this unique opportunity I had been given, instead of holing up in my hotel room for the rest of the night, as was my natural inclination (big bed! lots of pillows! the remote control!), I ventured down to the bar area and had some dinner and a drink. A Florida businessman began making small talk with me and offered me a Limoncello, which I had never even heard of, nor tried, before. I'm sure I totally offended him when I proclaimed that it smelled, and tasted, like lemon Pledge dusting spray. And then proceeded to focus solely on my meal so that he DIDN'T feel compelled to KEEP TALKING TO ME.
It was then I noticed another woman walking in alone, about to take a seat at the oppposite end of the bar. I blurted out, "Are you here for Fishful Thinking?" and she was!
It was Tiffany, of SITS girl fame. We clicked INSTANTLY, and were pretty much on the same wavelength regarding
Anyway, I didn't go to bed that night until after 1 a.m. and wasn't able to fall asleep until almost 3 a.m., a mere few hours before my 7 a.m. wakeup.
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