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I am, in this particular moment in time, extra-hard-chillin' at Tomokazu, the poorly-reviewed ramen establishment that exists directly across the hall from XpresSpa in the international terminal at San Francisco International.

I'm at Tomokazu because ramen sounded better to me than pizza and I'm at the airport because I'm airplane flying tonight. The destination on my boarding pass tells me I should eventually wind up in Singapore and, according to my calendar, although today is Tuesday I will not get to said destination until Thursday which is, in a word, crazy-go-nuts.

I've been traveling a lot lately and therefore consider my packing game to be quite polished, but since I haven't been to Singapore before the contents of my suitcase seem somewhat rambling. In fact, inside of my roller bag are two button-down shirts, a couple of neck-ties and a pair of booty shorts, all very neatly folded, plus Converse sneakers, a swimsuit and a stack of undershirts noticeably devoid of any wit or pizzaz so as not to offend in the event that folks residing across the world find the word 'funcle' offensive.

Also, this ramen’s pretty good.

Oh Hai Internet

I'm back at San Francisco International awaiting yet another in-the-sky airplane flight, this one to London, England for a six-day werk trip.

The photo above, which I took one minute ago for my friend Will, shows me drinking red wine. I like the photo because my hairline looks more robust than it actually is and the glare from the sun is mercifully covering the zit that my forehead has been aggressively cultivating since Friday night.

Three thoughts I am thinking are as follows:

  • I forgot to ask my Lyft driver to stop at a mailbox on the way to the airport which means that the six letters I worked v. hard to complete this weekend will travel with me across an ocean and back before making their way to various mailboxes within the contiguous United States
     
  • the Love, Simon soundtrack is perhaps my favorite non-musical movie soundtrack since Garden State (yeah, I said it)
     
  • I got a physical earlier this week and in addition to nonchalantly referring to me as a redhead my doctor gave me a prescription for Xanax to make flying easier but I’m too scared to take it because Bevan once did and full-body-vommed all over an airplane bathroom

I'm Sitting on an Airplane

I'm currently sitting on an airplane at San Francisco International reading my favorite novel (The Book of Joe) and sipping my favorite drink (alcohol) while waiting to partake in my least favorite activity (in-the-sky flying).

Can you believe that my baby brother is getting married in four days?

P.S. Maureen, these airplane selfies are always (and will always be) for you.