I'm at the new JetBlue wing of JFK. It’s pretty great. I’m sitting here brainstorming on my laptop, sipping on a smoothie, updating LJ, feeling pretty great. I love JFK, you guys.
I love airports. I have had no sleep. cadragongirl
, the cookies are in the freezer. Uh, just because. It seems like all my efforts to make cookies for my co-workers are being thwarted lately. Last night I bought sugar and chocolate chips but not butter or vanilla. Sigh.
The 4th was wonderful--opening at work, then three (count 'em, three) get-togethers. Apparently I'm popular like that? Ahahahaha.
I stuck around just long enough to eat my first tofurkey (whyyyyy) hot dog (edible, especially with ketchup) and to sample the desserts (most important) and then hi-tailed it out to Kendall Square and after some navigation fail managed to find everybody right by the river. The fireworks were magnificent as always--I forgot nearly everything else, as always, and stared (probably open-mouthed) in wonder. I do so enjoy the 1812 Overture punctuated by spouts of fire.
We walked home afterward. I think I gave myself shin splints. Oops. Note to self: don’t walk long distances in flip-flops. Which is of course why I’m wearing them right now. At the airport. Oh well.
Gotta go. Just get up and go~/ The show must go on~