Hay There

August 23rd, 2009

It’s 4:30 AM Eastern Standard Time. I’m in Boston and four hours ago, I was cleaning up the remains of my best friend’s wedding. Theoretically, I should be headed toward Vietnam in two hours, but I still don’t have a ticket purchased in my name.  I wonder how much it costs to buy a ticket on the day of the flight?  If all goes as planned, I’ll meet my boyfriend Elia outside of the Los Angeles American Airlines baggage claim during my two hour layover. He’s supposed to bring me my camera, tripod, and a lamb gyro platter from a Greek deli in Hollywood. Not sure how I’m going to get to Los Angeles either. There was a storm in Boston last night and word on the street is that flights are overbooked by forty people.

I will get to Vietnam. I will. Even if I have to drag myself the entire way by my teeth.