Saturday, August 16, 2008
Boracay
We had to wait 6 hours in the airport because our airline couldn't get their shit together. Apparently it happens every time.
Naturally once I got drunk on the island, I got walked home by the local transvestites. The first one had been a woman her whole life, and the second had been since she was five.
I wish when I went out again to the internet cafe she wasn't there to walk me.
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Ha! We actually didn't see any while we were there. I guess you're hitting up some less honeymoon-friendly dives.
How do you like it?
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