My flight to NYC on 9/10 was fast which was great because the plane was packed and of course the screaming baby karma kicked in yet again--right behind me like clockwork. And the poor kid screamed in my ear for two fun-filled hours.
My Walkman only cranks so high, so in between tracks of Dave Matthews, I did hear some ear-piercing whines, but it wasn't too bad. Although I did panic at one point when the batteries crapped out on me and I feverishly pawed through my backpack like a crazed pit bull unearthing a spare rib to find my camera and yank the batteries out of it and slap them into the Walkman. Yes, I am the only dork left who does not own an ipod.
I was at Grace's long enough to dump my stuff and make the mandatory call home to announce that I lived through the flight and cab ride. Then I dashed off to the subway because I had a rendevous with Tracy in Times Square. I watched the sunset as I waited for the 7 train. Here's what it looked like.
1 comment:
Oh no, you aren't. I am and will forever be the last person on earth not to own an iPod.
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