The trip to Quito
I'm writing from the airport in Quito. It's about a quarter to 6 and I'm rocking out to La Roux and Adam Lambert and feeling like a total badass. Do I have any reason to feel this way?
Well, I totally missed my flight yesterday (confused the days and thought it was LEAVING today but it was actually supposed to ARRIVE today) and Guille bought me a new one with money from selling my website and the only spot on the plane was first class. Win for me! Normal me would be distraught that I missed my flight and had to pay for a new ticket. But, honestly, I feel like I won the lottery. I get to go home and see my man! I get to get back to real life! I get to cuddle my dog! I only have ONE stop (instead of the four from the trip down) and I'm a VIP motherfucker.
I have not, despite the sound of the above, been drinking or otherwise taking anything that would alter my mood. I think all of my reasons for being in a good mood are valid, but mostly I have no good reason for feeling this way other than the fact that I am generally the shit.
Well, I totally missed my flight yesterday (confused the days and thought it was LEAVING today but it was actually supposed to ARRIVE today) and Guille bought me a new one with money from selling my website and the only spot on the plane was first class. Win for me! Normal me would be distraught that I missed my flight and had to pay for a new ticket. But, honestly, I feel like I won the lottery. I get to go home and see my man! I get to get back to real life! I get to cuddle my dog! I only have ONE stop (instead of the four from the trip down) and I'm a VIP motherfucker.
I have not, despite the sound of the above, been drinking or otherwise taking anything that would alter my mood. I think all of my reasons for being in a good mood are valid, but mostly I have no good reason for feeling this way other than the fact that I am generally the shit.