the spring sun comes early, especially if your name is matt curtis or jordan regan and your circadian rythm mirrors that of a bat. but this morning, even after staying up late enough to witness the light creep into the corners of the sky, my head popped off the pillow with ease. after throwing the last of my belongings into a suitcase i was over to pilam, and soon thereafter the posse, sans terry wang, was in a cab and off to the philly airport.
an easy check-in, a quick stop and burger king and we were aboard our flight to charlotte, NC. eager to leave our mark on the territory, jordan took the lead and promptly spilled the better part of his large coke all over the floor of the airplane. but remembering his mother's urgings to always clean up after himself, jordan carefully placed an airtravel magazine over the puddle and relocated to an empty seat across the aisle. good work, team.
for now we're on layover in charlotte, our next flight leaving at 5 somethin-or-other this evening. we'll probably find ourself at Carolina Beer Co., this restaurant/faux-brewery across the boarding area before too long.
- jv
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