Talking to Strangers

Last Friday, I was bouncing around Las Vegas with my three best friends getting literally showered in champagne in a private cabana pool at Encore Beach Club where an over-served lawyer/amateur golfer picked up our exorbitant bar tab. This Friday, I’m sitting on my couch in my pajamas nursing a lingering sty on my eye and a gnarly breakout on my chin, sipping rosé while eating single-serve chocolate cake out of a holiday mug that boasts “Let It Snow!” #stayhumble….

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Two weeks ago tomorrow, on the 28th of March, I flew from Chicago to Portugal via Madrid for a week-long vacation with my mom. I hauled my MacBook across the Atlantic Ocean, assuming that the five plane and enumerable train rides would allow me ample time to write. At the very least I could wake up and write in our picturesque Airbnb in Porto or our boutique hotel in London. I never opened my laptop – not on a plane,…

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