In other words, I'm as far away from familial holiday disfunction as I could afford to go.
My best girlfriend and I took the red-eye Monday night. (After having given her lice in first grade, I'm surprised she cares to travel anywhere near me at all.)
In less than 24-hours, we've not only been called "ridiculous" by an ugly girl in an airport bathroom (& she wasn't calling us funny), but I was almost consumed by an Alligator/ Crocodile/ Dinosaur.
Fortunately, this guy's friend convinced him not to eat me; claiming he couldn't tell where I've been, but by the looks of it, I probably wasn't "safe."
Wish I would have had half this reptile's foresight during my twenties.
