We got up nice and early to leave New Orleans on Friday, and ordered a full dozen (TWELVE!) beignets at the airport. Themes of the trip included: eating far too many beignets, singing Lady Gaga in the street, being far too fabulous for our own good, eating until we exploded, developing obsessions with New Orleans and the South, making the same joke over and over again (Snug Har-bor! Harbor of snug! -and- Nola 2010: not as many feelings), and napping.
Merk and I landed in New York around 4pm, then had an... experience? with a crazy cab driver who could barely work the meter, didn't seem to know where 125th and Broadway was, AND stopped for gas on the way. I was epicly excited and sang Alicia Keys to myself quite a bit as the skyline came into view. We then had amazing Greek food as well as maybe the best baklava ever made, and met up with some friends of Merk. All in all, a success.
In other news: 65 days until I am a college graduate. Bah.
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