I want to go home

Read in a whiny voice: I want to go hooooommmmeee.

I'm getting a cold. It could be worse but it's still irritating. I have to fly tomorrow so I'm really just hoping that I don't wake to a fever or some other bullshit.

Anyhoo, I went to Samovar Tea for lunch today. It was quite nice.

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fancy toast

The waiter kept calling me m'lady, which is normally totally uncomfortable and weird and involves a fedora or some other shockingly true stereotype. But this guy could pull it off. I think it maybe had to do with his skirt and updo that clearly held any urge to go full fedora at bay. I liked him.

Going to whine again. You have been warned.

I feel like garbage and my dress is uncomfortable but I still need dinner and I'm hunnngggrreeeeeee and I also still want a cocktail even though I'm sick.

sigh

The important thing, truly, is to be better before we fly to New Orleans next week. I'm not going to be sick for that. I'm just not.