We FINALLY MADE IT! huzzah!!!!!

To sum it up:

Guess who we saw in LAX?

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It gave the two of us a weird sort of feeling when we encountered his lone form hunched over a big Burger King meal, noshing his fries with OODLES of tasty ketchup. "Devra," Tina whispered into my ear. "I think that's Johnathan Rhys-Meyers."

And sure enough, here was a mediocre actor who only performs well when playing characters that rape, murder, or crossdress. PUUURFECT for us. I managed to sneak a picture of him waiting at the same terminal as us. Great picture on the way.


And guess who didn't get any sleep, due to a neurotic middle eastern woman with blond highlights to contrast with her thick jet black hair, along with a nice little french mani- pedi-cure, and a big black fannypack? TEE AND DEE, because we were right next to this CRAZY woman who was completely incompetent at rearing her roudy brood of sick, coughing, screaming young. But thank GOD, we were right behind a couple of HOT Salt Lake City Bros. Look out Mormon Tabernacle Choir, here we cooome.

Not to mention our fine ensemble of Stewardi aboard this mighty fine flight on Virgin Atlantic. Tina held a special place for a young gentlemen with a wedding ring named Scott, who I suspect may be gay, but they did just legalize that over here, didn't they? And I as enraptured by John, a young gent who wore copious amounts some sort of Brut, or other such gross cologne. Let's put it this way: Ya go to the dollar store, you buy cologne, and it results in EVERY TIME I closed my eyes to attempt some form of slumber, I would always know when my beloved walked by.


I thought we were going to keep it short and sweet, bitch please

Cancer and Virgo, Signing out for now