I got into JFK about 8pm. When I made my reservations, my mom was like, "Christin, more flights are delayed at JFK than any other place in the world." But, of course, a girl has to fly into JFK at least once in her life, so I did. And the flight was delayed. We sat on the runway for about 45 minutes. Which was okay, because traffic was horrible and Brad was late and called to tell me that if he ever had to make that drive again he would shoot himself in the head. Anyways, we finally met up and drove home. The thing is, Brad technically lives in New Jersey and NYC is huge, so a lot of this trip was spend wandering and driving aroound. bc v v v v v nv
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