When you’re poured into an airplane seat as you prepare to spend the next six hours hurtling across our great nation in a giant metal tube praying Bernoulli seriously had his shit together, sometimes you just want to be alone.
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That’s right. I got to meet The Bloggess. In person. And listen to her speak. Her New York and LA stops resulted in sold out books and standing room only crowds – so we took no chances and got there early. And also I was navigator in the car, so we had to leave early since it was assumed I would get us lost. (GPS: “Re-calculating. You. Moron.) Continue reading