i do not know what makes raleigh suck so freakin hard, but perhaps it has something to do with their ass airport.

*grin*

being stuck there for 5 hrs on friday and overnight on sunday...a waste. at least TT and i were able to rent a micro-tel room with some bizarre pron fun. (i personally liked the bird lady the best...heh.)

but we did have a few hours on sunday to take in the art of merrydeath and some walking around, new-england style. the whole trip revolved around the central wedding theme in vermont, which went off without a hitch. i primed the bride while TT went off to nanimal's dad's haus for to set up tables and musical equipment. heh.

...and amazing thing, my boi off to do things with friends of mine he met briefly the night before, without a complaint or groan. sometimes my bootyboi amazes me...most times, actually! ...all of the flight hell would have been quite horrid without him there.

pleh.

and i met mrs.nanimal at the beauty salon, smarty named "hair," quite baked, and listened to the hairdresser's stories and advice about how to treat a husband. *snicker* odd.

...and now i/we get to breathe? nope. wait until this weekend...