Between this post, the general cardigan love, and the Bob’s Burgers/Misfits/Ru Paul’s Drag Race gifs I’m just gonna go ahead and reblog that whole site. Brb.
1: Two hours into the flight, the plane lost an engine. Smack dab over the Pacific. We had to turn around and go back to LA, with the pilot cautioning us not to mind the fire engines and ambulances on ground as they were purely a precautionary measure.
Thankfully, they were. Got on another plane ASAP (LAX at 4am is not as empty as you might think!) and landed safely, only to have my next brush with death mere hours later.
2: Once landed, I raced into the water (I had a lost day to make up for!) without taking into account the conditions (murky) or layout of the particular spot I chose (very rocky). This was, as you and any sane person might guess, unwise. At some point (I didn’t feel it) I gashed myself on some rocks. (If you’re nasty, here’s a photo.)
They stopped bleeding fairly quickly, though, and a beer, a little superglue, and a bandana later I was good as new. (Going to the hospital on my first day of vacation AS IF. And they’re healing up just fine so Team Superglue all the way.)
The rest of the vacation was uneventful except for good stuff like turtles, whales, dolphins and mai tais. So beautiful, and so glad I got to go.
(larger/more over on Instagram)