asterlee

15 1/2 hours, one major head cold, a slight cough and two pulled shoulder muscles later, I arrived back on the "best" coast. This is what fucked up flights, EXTREMELY heavy carry-ons and functioning on a week of very little sleep will get you. Yay me. But I must have done something right in my life because I have been blessed with the most awesome best friend ever and upon my arrival (despite my exhausted ass having to drive the 20 minutes home because she was a little drunk), I was fed vitamins, handed face cream and tucked into a fully made-up bed, which is to be my home for the next few weeks. What more could I ask for?

My brief tenure in NYC was lovely and full of all kinds of fun and friends. My sincere thanks to all who I came across. It's been a long, strange trip. If any of you get out this way, drop me a line, and I'll show you how California likes to party.