Mile high club

Dear rob-

My plane’s delayed at the airport and I can’t help but think & hope you won’t be by yourself on xmas in la. If you are, proceed directly to the burbank airport and go home with me. My family will make you laugh, and my mom will feed you amazing food till you explode and I will deny ever writing this blog. No harm no foul right?

So what do you say? Bring your one jacket and that silly hat and let’s leave this sad little town for beautiful sunny arizona- land of swimming pools and retirees.

Merry xmas-

Ps i’ll meet you in the plane bathroom

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  1. christapie says:


    Hmm…I could re-tool a certain airplane memory of mine, so to speak.

  2. unintendedchoice says:

    I guess it’s safe to assume you’re not talking about experiencing the “barf bag” for the first time, huh?


  3. christapie says:

    No. That would have been uncouth. 🙂

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    Wow, that jacket is hanieous. Don’t know if i spelt that right. Wouldn’t be surprised if he still wears this, though.

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