if you live in dallas...

you should come and entertain me during my EIGHT HOUR layover in the Dallas airport on Thursday afternoon. In all of my efforts to pack light, I don't think I'll have enough to keep me busy. I know I should be used to boredom by now, considering I spent my summer working as a campus host and trying not to fall asleep at the front desk...but I'm almost done with the last season of LOST, and that was my secret to surviving all summer long.

The first time I ever flew, it was with Nicole during spring break of our freshman year. We were taking a short flight from Baltimore to Boston that got delayed an entire day. So we ended up getting very well-acquainted with BWI, making some new friends in the terminal, and taking a shuttle to a nearby hotel so we didn't have to spend the night on those uncomfortable airport chairs. We eventually made it to Nicole's house a full 24 hours behind schedule.

I guess in light of that traumatic airport experience, I should be able to handle anything. But I'm still really really really not looking forward to this intense international flight. And I still want you to come to Dallas and hang out with me.