M and I are sitting in Terminal 4 at JFK, waiting to board our 6:30 p.m. flight (to EGYPT!) in about half an hour. New York, you still foil me. I have visited you three time in 2010 and never spent more than a day and a half in your cold and fashionable arms. Someday, I promise.
Travel has been fine, uneventful for the most part. A few screaming toddler meltdowns, the runaround by TSA, a general feeling of lethargy and dryness caused by airport air – you know, the usual. Even macaroni and cheese from Au Bon Pain didn’t really make me feel any more human. The orange juice was really hydrating though.
We both conked out pretty hard when we left SFO. I think we probably slept for about three hours straight. I guess getting up at 4 a.m. will do that to you. Especially when a certain somebody was up until 1 a.m. turning her eyes into bloody berries reading her new Kindle. That thing will be the death of me. I will read myself into an early grave if I don’t bankrupt myself buying shitty romance novels first. Amazon makes it altogether too easy to purchase new books on the Kindle. Just a swift single click.
Best gift ever M. Thanks.
I can tell already we are going to be super jet-lagged when we get to Egypt, but whatever. Pyramids, here I come!
See you from Cairo!