Want to see what I look like after a total 27 hours of traveling?
Me neither. Sorry. But pretteee, huh.
What was the most wonderful vacation happened to have the most horrid ending. Starting the moment I woke up. I'll sum it up as briefly as I can, and just tell you that after taking Tylenol on an empty stomach, I was vomiting more impressively than my most impressive hangover. Thanks to the pharmacist's recommendation, I had to stick a dissolving tablet in a place that I believe has one purpose, and one purpose only. After all had failed, and I was still in the bathroom with only an hour to spare before my taxi came to take me to Athens, I made a visit to the most illegitimate, sketchy doctor's office I hope to ever be in. There were no diplomas hanging on that wall to say the least. A nice, pleasant little shot in the ass was received, and I was sent on my way. Under a different last name than my own. Heh.
Take my morning and add in a two and a half hour car ride to the airport, nine hour plane delay, potential Greek passengers turned rioters, countless minutes standing in lines, and a busted open suitcase on the luggage belt. It's safe to say I'm happy to be home.
I can already tell I'm going to be a little mixed up with my sleep schedule for a while. It's 2:00 PM and I'm considering hibernation for the rest of the day. After my last 27 hours...hell - I'd even take just the tablet-in-the-place-it-shouldn't-go excuse, productivity is not expected. The bags are unpacked and the fridge is stocked...my work is done for the day.
Me neither. Sorry. But pretteee, huh.
What was the most wonderful vacation happened to have the most horrid ending. Starting the moment I woke up. I'll sum it up as briefly as I can, and just tell you that after taking Tylenol on an empty stomach, I was vomiting more impressively than my most impressive hangover. Thanks to the pharmacist's recommendation, I had to stick a dissolving tablet in a place that I believe has one purpose, and one purpose only. After all had failed, and I was still in the bathroom with only an hour to spare before my taxi came to take me to Athens, I made a visit to the most illegitimate, sketchy doctor's office I hope to ever be in. There were no diplomas hanging on that wall to say the least. A nice, pleasant little shot in the ass was received, and I was sent on my way. Under a different last name than my own. Heh.
Take my morning and add in a two and a half hour car ride to the airport, nine hour plane delay, potential Greek passengers turned rioters, countless minutes standing in lines, and a busted open suitcase on the luggage belt. It's safe to say I'm happy to be home.
I can already tell I'm going to be a little mixed up with my sleep schedule for a while. It's 2:00 PM and I'm considering hibernation for the rest of the day. After my last 27 hours...hell - I'd even take just the tablet-in-the-place-it-shouldn't-go excuse, productivity is not expected. The bags are unpacked and the fridge is stocked...my work is done for the day.
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