Hey guys. Blogging from the airport. I’m half asleep, half famished, and still all the fun. Let me just give you a little run down of my day thus far:
12:30am - packed my suitcase for my flight and photoshoot
4:30am - woke up to go get my hair and makeup done
5:00am - had my Uber cancel on me whilst already running late
7:00am - where the fuck is Olivia she was supposed to pick me up
7:15am - she picked me up
12:00pm - photoshoot ends
1:00pm - casually stroll into the airport expecting to get on the plane
2:00pm - delayed flight until 5:30am the next day
It is now when Andrew and I race to try to get on another flight, but I have checked a bag.
3:30pm - Andrew and I part ways and he boards the new plane as my bags are nowhere to be found
4:00pm - I call a man in his 30s an asshole for being rude to the employees. The employees, in return, expedite my bag process (slay) (I included this part so you guys know I’m a rlly rlly rlly awesome amazing noble righteous person)
6:00pm - get to my new flight, departing at 9pm from LAX
8:00pm - still waiting, eating a Greek mezze platter that is surprisingly hitting in all the right places cuz feta cheese fucks
And yeah well here we are. A pita in one hand, a keypad in the other. Yearning for an airport love story. In reality receiving concerned looks from an old man for walking around in circles around seats. Sigh. The world is tough for a 20 year old teenage girl. Kidding honestly despite all the fuckery of this day I kind of was super chill. Probably because I was half sedated but still. Live laugh love. And once again, I'm really nice to airport employees.
Bye,
Grace
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