tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4946001709996097963.post1784967178231874287..comments2014-11-27T16:17:57.836-02:00Comments on A garota do blog: The Awkward Morning After... Or, Why I Am Only Flying First Class From Now On.louisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11215315046151018478noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4946001709996097963.post-47344201662536317492009-07-10T19:05:15.961-03:002009-07-10T19:05:15.961-03:00haha I can't believe that guy was actually str...haha I can't believe that guy was actually stroking your shoulder! Creepy. Also, how did you not watch seventeen again? It would have improved your whole experience significantly.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05101698251996113729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4946001709996097963.post-25265697640324688692009-07-10T08:59:14.240-03:002009-07-10T08:59:14.240-03:00The last time I remember you and Peter playing gam...The last time I remember you and Peter playing games with Skymall was, let me see...... during our flight home from Atlanta this past October (but not loudly).<br /><br />MMegannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4946001709996097963.post-41245651215807892122009-07-09T21:38:40.035-03:002009-07-09T21:38:40.035-03:00Louisa,
We'll get right on that first-class t...Louisa,<br /><br />We'll get right on that first-class ticket thing. . . . Peter pointed out to me that in some ways this story is similar to your train ride in France. <br /><br />MMegannoreply@blogger.com