Monday, February 27, 2006

Rice . . . (Houston, not China)

(I think I'm in love.)

I was on my way to Rice. Our plane was late from being de-iced in Philly. We landed just as my next plane was supposed to take off. The aiport attendant tried to convince me that I had to check my violin. I politely said it was worth more than my life and I would wait until the next plane. I arrived late. My luggage arrived two flights later. Rice was all worth it.


Emily Jane Price said...

really. we DO need to talk

Susanne said...