Am I on vacation yet?
Sometimes, you’re just standing at the end of the day, waiting for the subway, staring into space and thinking of Greek gelato, when something jumps out at you to remind you of why you’re going away.
Oh yeah, that’s it.
By the way, does anyone know if Internet cafés in Greece have English alphabet keyboards? Because it’s going to make it awfully hard to blog from there otherwise. I couldn’t even manage the transposed q and a in France; I foresee trouble. Anyone want to guest post while I’m away? Serious offers will be entertained. And by entertained I mean dancing girls.
Late-breaking update, 11am: We have a hotel, people, we have a hotel. PS, Thank God everyone in Greece is named Dmitris. It makes life so much easier.
Hey, remember this post where I said I hoped I’d never need a rat song so I was using one for no reason? I knew that would come back to haunt me. Luckily lots of people have rat songs! This one’s dedicated to a friend in this band’s hometown who is dealing with a tough time. Your pal, Casey Kasem.
