I’m back in C-Ville. Kill me now. Or is that No kill I.
When traveling to other lands it is easy to forget what a hellhole this place is. Sitting at the airport for 25 minutes waiting for luggage to make it from the plane (10 feet away) to the conveyer belt (most likely due to heat stroke of the airline workers) while locals from the plane charged to get a smoke in the 90 degree evening pretty much summed it all up. Back to stagnancy.
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You clearly neeed a bagel and a banana.
Mmmm….Bodo’s bagels…a little slice of NY.
There’s only one thing wrong with New York: The motherfucking Yankees. Oh, and the mofo Jets, too.
You check baggage? Amateur.
Unfortunately, I’m the sort that likes to change my clothes a few times during a four day span when walking about 15 miles/day in 95 degree heat, going to several museums, musicals, and dining establishments. That amount of clothing is more than the allowed mass for carry on baggage in a puddle jumper.
Changing clothes once/week = So Very Virginia!