Last night, some strange took a picture of me, and tonight, I'm back home where fur not only is garish, but also...really hot, because it's 55 degrees instead of 23.
JFK to LAX. I got free drinks, aisle seat with an open one next to me, and snacks out the ass. All this because I introduced myself and gave them a $5 bag of Dean & Deluca Licorice ;)
Steak at Cafe Mogrador, then drinks at some pub just south of Union. Got my fur, and I'm tired. Love New York, but god, I could use some SoCal right now.
Keepin all the left over product in my hair so I can have a perfect pomp on the plane tomorrow.
New York bound tomorrow morning. Less than 5 hours till I'm in the air, and less than 15 hours till I'm drinking in the Upper West Side before heading to dinner in East Village and also heading to my friend's apartment.
I live in SoCal, and I'm a dork, loyal, caring, and along with loyal, mess with a friend and I'll mess you up.
You can know details about me but my life is led by wanderlust which makes me nearly indescribable. Forever is made up of nows.