Sad, Sad Dinner
Ha! My Christmas Eve dinner looked rather pathetic. I was sitting on a bench outside of SFO eating from a Tupperware bowl. Nobody could tell how scrumptious the roast pork and greens (courtesy of Miguel) was; I just looked like the sad guy outside eating his dinner out of Tupperware. Oh yeah, I forgot to bring a drink with me so I got a rad case of the hiccups that lasted past the security line.
Oh well, there are worse problems to have.
Kit, I owe you a Tupperware bowl, btw.
Bleh, my flight boards in six minutes. Hopefully fear won’t prevent me from sleeping.