barefoot + thirsty

I'm getting on a plane in just a short period of time, sans liquids but with dry eyes and a scratchy throat.

While Joe is away gaming his heart out, I'm off to NYC to meet up with my friend Jen from Seattle. Jen and I were randomly placed together as roommates in our homestay in Italy. We were fast friends and when she told me she was going to be on the east coast she asked me to decide where to meet her: Boston or New York.

"Well, it doesn't really matter," I replied. "We could have fun together in a paper bag."