Did I ever mention how much I fucking hate flying in those cramped tin cans full of coughing, snotty screaming kids? No? Well, now you know.(My view from the Heathrow lounge)The flight over 7 hours long and I felt every damn minute... watched "Atonement" and cried 3 times, add that to the tears spilt after kissing Vegas goodbye and then another round of tears while waiting over an hour for my luggage, and you have one very flat, dejected and PMSsy girl. Bad combo.
Luckily my friend managed to get my car and come pick me up at the airport, paitently waiting for over an hour for me to be burped through the congested crowd - have never seen my airport so full before, wtf? It's not a holiday or anything!
Got home, and she convinced me I needed to get out of the empty appartment and into a diner for comfort food - and she was right. Mmmm smoked meat and fries: yeah!!
I crashed late but at least I slept... it's a cold sunny morning, the suitcases have been emptied and my belly been filled with breakfast, need to go pick up the kids now and get life back to its routine. I figure if I keep myself busy today I won't break down too much pining for Vegas. I hope I figure right.
Love is a bitch but you hug her anyways.