i’m flying home for january jam aka the most fun non superbowl party (yes, it even beats out crib bowl) that has ever existed in the history of the world. i have the sweetest most loving parents and when i call them homesick and crying they bring me home for my favorite holiday.
my lil’ bruddah is part of the play oklahoma this weekend. he needs a cowboy hat. you can’t really fit them into carry on luggage. i keep getting weird looks. whatever, i’m still fly even if i do kind of look like a redneck up top and a daria esque bottom half.
also for some strange reason whenever i fly i only drink tomato juice. i would never buy it or drink it not on an airplane. it kind of makes me feel classy and smart like when i order a gin and tonic at a bar.
