glamerdork

So... I'm home.

Yup, home in good ol' NJ.

The night before I left Chicago I got a bit drunk. Hmm. Well my bf was being an ass and urging me to do some shots of Vodka-- but I don't really drink. Well, I can honestly say that I don't even know how much of WHAT I drank that night... there was some vodka, some skyy blue, jack daniels fruit punch, kalua, rasberry puckers, and... Uhmm... i think that was it. In short, I drank a lot and had a pretty bad hangover the next day.

It sucks to have a hangover while getting stuck in a indefinite delay at the airport.

The plane actually ended up leaving the terminal only 30 minutes late, but didn't take off for another ... hour and a half or so. ANd then once it did, we hit a ton of turbulence and ended up circling Newark airport in terrible flying conditions for about an hour- needless to say, I'm glad I purchased the "panic to power" book before boarding that plane.

Sure I don't take risks, I'm miss fucking goody- two shoes... I won't jump from planes or go hang gliding...

after all that, jumping from a plane seems like a better option that *Flying* in one.

Uhmm... i'm going to sleep now. G'nite.