we're getting somewhere. We're relaxing at Dorval after a harrowing 24 hours. Harrowing for me, as I thought my passport expired yesterday. I'd really like to relive it and tell the story, but it's too embarrassing. Let me get a vodka on ice from the bar first.
Kelly is next to me writing a post, tickled silly. We are neophytes with this whole first-class scene, but I feel as though I belong here. It's champagne and caviar from now on for me.
Our flight takes off at 9.40pm and lands five or six hours later at Heathrow and my dear cousin is meeting me there for a hug and gab fest. From there we sit around four or five hours and take off to Dublin. I have to admit, it's crossed my mind that it's entirely possible that we'll meet one or more members of U2 at a pub.
I may get a record deal.
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