flights

Last night, I dreamt that I was attending a Legislative Session with Scott (in what felt like a conference room at a hotel) when I remembered that I was flying to Oregon to meet Whitney for her holiday party. I grabbed up as much stuff as I could and was en route to the airport (who was driving me?! I knew them in the dream) when I got a voicemail from Whit asking me to meet her at JFK at 8am. It was well past 8, and I was flying from Logan (of course). I called her in a panic to make sure that she had books my flights from Boston, not with her from New York. She was clearly drunk already, and said that she had. There was chapstick, and a grocery store.