Twas the night before the flight and all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Darren and Verma gathered their bags with care, trying to be stealthy. Suddenly there rose such a clatter, Twister jerked his head up to see what was the matter. The jig was up. At the sight of our bags, Twister hung his head in dismay.
The three practice packs were for not; We piled things in willy nilly in the end. I had enough room for everything as I wore my entire trip wardrobe for warmth during the walk to the Metro. I packed enough mosquito repellent to wipe out a whole rain forest of the buggers, and I still nearly forgot to pack a comb.
A light mist accompanied us on our walk to the Metro. Conversation entailed: Did you remember to pack such and such? The Metro at night is a different animal to the day. Lots of partiers. We didn't say much. After only an hour's sleep, I sat in a sleepy stupor. I will comment on some interesting boots I saw. High heeled leather with a zipper on the side, at least 3 buckles and laces up the front. I know I'm usually behind the times fashionwise, but those looked weird. I'm now sitting at 3 am at the Continental Air counter typing in one of my giant hats. Please forgive any typos and I'm sure I've left stuff out. Will post more when I wake up.
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