8/24/22
2.5 years ago, the cruel bitch that is COVID caused the cancellation of our Spanish vacation mere days before departure. During that time, I got fat, I got skinny, I got fat again, I got skinny again, I procreated, and I got fat again. After some heavy drinking, Allison and I assembled a group of 10 of our friends and rented a gulet to cruise the Adriatic for a week. What's a gulet, you may ask? A gulet is like a yacht, but it's wooden, looks like a pirate ship mated with a fishing boat, and is significantly cheaper than the aforementioned yacht.
Since we had been stuck stateside for the better part of three years, Allison and I decided to splurge on our first business class flights. Since European airports had been in turmoil all summer, we decided to go the "all carryon" route, which made Allison a bit grumpy. Her mood soon changed once we finally broke the threshold of the airport Chili's.
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| When asked to describe America, I reply with "Airport Chili's." |

