at LGA

and guess what, i've got an exit row seat all the way to tahoe.

if i haven't told you already, exit row is like free first class.
second first class.
whatever the fuck, i can cross my legs.

and so i'm on my way to tahoe, all pilled up and drunk for the 5 de mayo, but on time nonetheless.

i've payed the $6.95 for internet access, noted my parking location on my ticket, and but i'm still nearly certain i'll never see my jeep again.

i met a couple of new girls tonight. and then i ended up kissing one i already know and know i shouldn't kiss. i move beyond that though, because mexico is independent and i will soon fly. like a pigeon.

also, i am broke.