I purposely didn’t get a lot of sleep the last two nights in hope that I would be able to sleep a bit on my overnight flight. Unfortunately, the early morning flight from Cleve to Boston is barely over an hour. Anyways, I’m tired, I’m sober and now I have to wait until noon for the international ticket gates to open… without any booze. Oooh, Sam Adams guy just passed. Apparently there are bars near the boarding area, but I cannot go through customs until I check my baggage. Most, but certainly not all my baggage will be left in the States for the next few days.
Sooooooo. Had another date Wednesday night. Signs point to the direction that this was probably the best time yet and awesome things are forthcoming. There is a bar I haven’t been to yet… I know, right? The Barking Spider around the University Circle area. There was a really cool acoustic guy and then another folk-y/bluegrass group after. Anyways, so yup, a date… again.
Oh, and if you’re reading this, Mel says mu.
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And of MY boyfriend. His blue balls started this mess.
