#Unlimited

Tracey drove down from MA so that she could grab me and we could drive to NYC together to get a flight for the next day.

I got out from work and packed, which obviously took 3 times longer than it was supposed to, and we began doing errands.

By errands, I mean obnoxiously sparkly and bright manicures, pedicures, shoe shopping, and snack hoarding. We were supposed to hit the road by 7 or so, and we didn't get going until 9:30. It was worth it, though, because we both got a ballin' pair of shoes that hurt too much to actually wear in Spain.

We time warped up to NJ and crashed on Tracey's grandmother's couch, and woke up at 7AM for our 5:30PM flight. Because that was the only time we could get a ride to the airport. We get to the airport, and Tracey convinced me the obvious choice was to ditch the bags, take a train, and get food in the city.

We ended up at Aged, somewhere in Queens, where they gave us unlimited champagne for a $15 breakfast. Normally, if you get something that is "unlimited", they give you two and then ignore you as best they can until you go away.

Not this place. Chug, done. Refill. Chug, done. Refill.

9 champagne glasses later...

Seriously, they should have stopped feeding me booze.

This seems like a good idea, but as I had warned Tracey before we got into the city, I get extreme travel stress if we start missing certain time checkpoints. For instance, when the luggage guy tells us to get back by 2:30 to guarantee we make it on the flight and we haven't even made it to the train by 2:30, you're gonna have a bad time.

I started frowning harder than should be humanly possible, and emitting a high-pitched whine. I texted Angie that we were going to miss our flight. I basically drove Tracey insane 6 hours into our trip.

I'm so sorry.

Tracey obviously gets us to the airport in time, and we get on the plane. During the flight, we hit turbulence, and Tracey found it necessary to show me exactly the movements the wing was making out the window by flapping her arm up and down in a wave motion while the pilot says nothing other than a panicked announcement telling the flight attendants to get in their "jump seats".

But, we made it!

We're doomed.