"I Heard Cathedral Bells, Tripping Down The Alleyways..."
A cab.
A train. (Well, a train and a half, but that's a long story.)
A ten-hour flight.
A five-hour layover in freaking Houston.
An overcrowded flight to Phoenix during which the guy next to me probably asked me to join him in a drink fifteen times.
An overcrowded flight to Phoenix during which I repeated the phrase "I'm underage" more than a girl should ever have to.
But after all these trials and tribulations (and looking like hell)--
I'M BACK, BABY!
A train. (Well, a train and a half, but that's a long story.)
A ten-hour flight.
A five-hour layover in freaking Houston.
An overcrowded flight to Phoenix during which the guy next to me probably asked me to join him in a drink fifteen times.
An overcrowded flight to Phoenix during which I repeated the phrase "I'm underage" more than a girl should ever have to.
But after all these trials and tribulations (and looking like hell)--
I'M BACK, BABY!