I am right now in the VIP lounge of a particular airline, awaiting our boarding time. I feel like chanting VEGAS VEGAS VEGAS, but that seems inappropriate. Maybe after a few more glasses of FREE WINE.
I'm sorry about all the caps; it's just so outrageously exciting to be going SOMEWHERE that is not my classroom or unkempt house. (Although I am slightly sad about not visiting my grocery store for a few days...I'll have Stu play the checker game with me again).
FYI, we are the loudest people in this lounge. Clearly no one else in here is leaving behind teenagers or children or laundry.
You are now free to feel jealous.
