5,000 or so buuummmpy miles later, I finally made it to LA. This is my first year to achieve Gold status from American, yet I still want to puke at least five times and then cry every time there is turbulence.
I finished the Anthony Kiedis biography on the way. I have to admit, the first couple hundred pages kept me intrigued but after awhile it was like more heroin, more underage models, yada yada. whatever, I'd still make out with him at least once.