Thursday, July 5, 2007
Time to kill in Tampa International
I misread my ticket and got to the airport 30 minutes early. Plus an hour. True, it's the 5th of July and I thought it might be crowded. But it wasn't. So I'm at the gate, waiting around.
The last week in Florida has been pretty great and surreal. I went to Nina and Mike's wedding and had a blast. And cried a lot. It was one of the most relaxed and fun weddings I've ever been to. And there was open bar. For 5 hours. Plus, Frances was there. And my parents. Totes.
Then I headed to Gainesville for two days. I wished it had been longer, but it was probably just right. Towards the end of the second day, I started to get really confused about whether or not I had actually moved to New York. And we hottubbed every night, so my skin was starting to get wrinkly.