Tomorrow night I am leaving Los Angeles around ten post-meridian.
And I will arrive in Philadelphia around ten a… meridian.
Okay, let’s do some math here people.
That is TWELVE HOURS OF TRAVELING.
TO PHILADELPHIA.
It only took four more hours to get to freakin’ China.
& why you may ask ?
Why would a seemingly clever girl such as myself chose such atrocious times to travel ?
BECAUSE I DIDN’T !
Alright, so when we booked my flight and originally I was leaving around nine and getting to Philly around six. Then a couple weeks back I get a very nice email from my friends at Travelocity informing me that I would now be leaving LA at 12:40 in the afternoon and arriving at 11:50 at night. Hey pals, can you stop all your Friday night party explosions and COME PICK ME UP FROM THE AIRPORT ?!
Not cool.
So, I holla at them and say, look, I need to be in Philly wayyy earlier than that.
I cannot miss Shabbat dinner, dude.
I then find out that you cannot switch airlines when finding alternative routes when a flight is canceled.
I say fine, give me my money.
Yeah, too bad ticket prices are now twice as much.
So, my choices were either get there at 11:50 pm or 1:14 am.
OR !
Leave the night before and get in at 10 am.
So, that is why I am going on a twelve hour excursion across America.
LA to ATL to PHL.
Expect mad tweets via whiskey via generic airport sports bars.
I’m very excited for Philadelphia. I’ve heard lots of great things about these cheesesteaks and hogies and Vietnam Palace… so basically, I’m really excited to munch mad garlands of edibles for four days straight and ruin all my gym times I’ve been putting in.
You know what else is really exciting about Philly ?!
Fluffy !
And you know what’s exciting about Fluffy ?!
Here, let Diplo & Lil Jon show you…
Yep.
It’s going to be awesome times.
So awesome, the world might explode before we have a chance to film our documentary about taking ‘Nam vets to Disneyworld.
