Today Jess’s Great Big Adventure draws to a close. Needless to say the hangover was quite something, and poor Rob came all the way out to pick me up and take me to the airport in his truck as he hadn’t been able to get hold of any taxi companies that would drive to the airport in the snow. As I was about to leave I found a set of small salt and pepper shakers in my coat pocket, which according to Rob had been a very drunken gift from PJ in the bar. I left them for Maria.
My flight, mercifully, was not cancelled, nor even much delayed. I’m safely on my way back to Heathrow, hangover subsiding. If, dear reader, you have borne with me thus far, I thank you for your attention. If you’re crying out for more blog, then I think you’re in luck as I sense another adventure on the horizon. I’ve been invited back to DC to do more measurements on my way to a conference in Hawaii this summer. I certainly plan to do transvestite brunch again.
Adios guapos. Besos. Jess.
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