Absolute fucking nightmare. Christopher tested positive at Heathrow this morning. We knew it was possible. But the colossal stress of waking early, dragging heavy ass bags on uneven pavement through city streets to the London Underground, coupled with the weight of BAD ANTICIPATION was just too much. "It's like waiting for your execution," I told …
Foodies, hide your boners.
I got straight As that semester.
I also got arrested.
The loudest I ever heard God was on a train. Alone in the open doorway of an empty railcar with my feet on the platform, waiting for the last train home. From a distance I must've looked sad. A thin girl with bright orange hair. Staring. Shivering. Smoking. My longtime ex-boyfriend and even-longertime ex-best-friend were five …
This is so depressing. Where: La Madeline, Houston, Texas. When: 10:22 a.m. Drink: Bold French Roast, half & half, 2 packets raw sugar I'm so in denial. Packing up to drive home this morning, I couldn't bare the thought of it being over. IT being our trip to Liverpool. Six glorious sparkling champagne-colored Beatle-filled days. …
Continue reading Day Tripper: A Beatlemaniac in Liverpool: The End.
My bestie and I travelled 4,739 miles from Texas to Liverpool to celebrate birthdays, friendship, and a mutual lifelong love of the best band in the history of the universe ever. (Ever ). We regressed to silly, giggling, (occasionally) weeping teenagers in that cold, rainy, pulsing city and it was AWESOME. For 6 days I …
Continue reading Day Tripper: A Beatlemaniac in Liverpool Day ONE.
This isn't a short story. This happened. A DAY IN THE LIFE December 13, 2000 2 a.m. Woke up, fell out of bed. December in England is NO JOKE. Especially half-naked in the dark. My bare feet hit the freezing floor and I bumbled around, trying to gather clothes and wits. What the hell do …
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One of my weirdest run-ins with the Other Side happened in London, 2000. I still don't know how to classify it. Nothing like it's happened since. What makes it super odd is that the SAME thing happened to my mom when she visited in early 2001. In the exact same spot. A whole year later. And I …
Jennifer Kabay 