Earlier a woman walked through the
gate waiting area with a curling iron. She found an outlet and plugged the damn
thing in. I can hardly get through security wearing my glasses and a
silver bangle. But here’s some mad woman in the gate lounge
area waving a screaming hot piece of metal. Well, I don’t know if
she was mad. Really. Or even if she got the thing hot. Or how hot it
may or may not get. But I do know that a few days ago I tried to fly
to Minneapolis Saint Paul International airport from the tiniest least
complicated airport in the entire world and ended up in Detroit, Michigan
instead. So, what I’m saying is . . . anything is possible.
Your
Imogen.
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put your hands up for Detroit.
Posted by: Mark | 02/28/2009 at 11:19 PM
I went to Detroit for my honeymoon
Posted by: andre | 03/01/2009 at 02:58 PM
perhaps that would make a good series of posts. people talking about the (unusual) places they spent their honeymoon.
Posted by: imogen | 03/03/2009 at 04:46 PM
was the curling iron woman on her honeymoon, too?
Posted by: Clever Alias | 03/21/2009 at 01:49 AM
it didn't occur to me to ask.
where did you go on your honeymoon?
Posted by: imogen | 03/26/2009 at 07:57 PM
I went to Detroit.
It was nice.
Posted by: andre | 03/26/2009 at 07:59 PM
have you stopped writing?
Posted by: tam | 05/05/2009 at 12:08 AM