Sitting here in the airport and thanks to Wi-fi (which apparently my mom always thought was a video game, confusing it with Wii) felt the need to blog. The D terminal at DFW is the international terminal, and it just makes me happy. All of these people are going on amazeballs vacations (almost boarded the flight to Madrid and Maui, not gonna lie), honeymoons (saw one poor couple dressed in matching "Mr. Right" and "Mrs. Always Right" t-shirts), or, like me, cool trips for work. Also bought a cheese-tastic Texas flag neck pillow. If that doesn't scream TOURIST, I don't know what will. Maybe my Nikes.
Cheerio!
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