My Jamaican flight was at 6 on Friday morning. So I tried to be very good and pack Wednesday and Thursday so that I could get up at 3 in the morning in order to be able to check in at 4. And I was successful. But I wasn't completely good. I met up with L. after she lured me with the promise of french fries and Troegs. The fries didn't come to be, but clearly the Troeganator's higher alcohol content did its job.
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I am giggling. Followed by a sigh. Excellent choice of photos.
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