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[serene]

Notes to self:

Unless it involves saving the innocent or a close family member's wedding or something, never ever EVER travel at xmastime.

Loneliness will not kill you.

Neither will mom's rib roast. (The pound-and-a-half baked potato might, but you didn't HAVE to eat it ALL.)

Bring a book. Always bring a book.

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[stonebender.livejournal.com]

Bring a book. Always bring a book.

I thought I taught you better! :-)

[serenejournal.livejournal.com]

Snatching the pebble out of your hand was not as easy as it looked. ;-)

[klwalton.livejournal.com]

You didn't bring a book?

*having a moment of pure, unadulterated disbelief*

I forgot to pack my contact lenses once. I forgot my *wallet* once. But never, ever have I not brought a book.

*tsk*

:):)

[serenejournal.livejournal.com]

*giggle*

I did pack a copy of Off Our Backs (funny ad on the back. "Men. Can't live with 'em... Don't have to!"), but what one needs when one is alone and surrounded by the sound of David Letterman and the sight of way too many empty pudding and yogurt containers is a trashy murder mystery. I would go down to mom's and grab one, but it's dark outside and I'm chicken. Tomorrow I will stock up.

[rsc.livejournal.com]

never ever EVER travel at xmastime.

This has been my rule for years. I don't envy my brother, spending the holiday with friends on Martha's Vineyard, since (according to what he told me) he had to get up at 5:00 AM today to catch his plane.

Neither will mom's rib roast.

Or, at least, if Mom's rib roast does kill you, it will almost certainly have been worth it.

(A pound and a half? One potato!?)

[serenejournal.livejournal.com]

The Munchkin and I got up at 4am (actually, zie was already awake -- zie decided to read zirself to sleep, and was still awake when I went out to wake zir) and walked to the BART by 5. We made it to the airport by 5:45, but it was not enough time. We were hustled (read: pulled out of line and told to RUN) to our 6:45 flight and barely made it. Bleah. Never again.

And yeah. Massive potatoes. Large. Hugemongous. The smallest one was a pound all by its lonesome. I didn't weigh the largest one, but I wish I'd taken a photo. The damn thing filled the plate.