Wednesday, April 18, 2007

costa rica, my dears

why is it that every time i travel i drink way too much the night before? at least this is no spain, 2001. several bottles of wine, skinny dipping in my best friend's parents' pool, vomiting in an airplane bathroom sink and ending up in sevilla for tinto del verano.

at least tonight it was only one bottle of wine, talking to little brother, sloppy packing and watching 4 weddings and a funeral. oh, incidentally, another to add to my list of things that make me cry like a little girl: the w.h. auden poem that the adorable scottish guy reads at the funeral. runny nose kinda crying with that one for real. like makes me resent myself for ever writing that dumb ass carrie bradshaw made my eyes water.

see you monday. with a tan.

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