
I have been putting some serious miles on my Delta account lately. Not that my jetsetting around the world hasn't racked up a good amount of those frequent flyer suckers, but lately I've been going a little crazy here in the States.
I left DC on the good ol' Chinatown bus headed for NYC. Once again, I had the great fortune to arrive on a snow day. Naturally, we all went out to the bars my first night in town, and after closing some random dive in the East Village at 4 am, we walked outside to find everything coated in a lovely white layer of winter glow, with the snow continuing to fall. It was also my first time ever seeing New York City covered in snow after all these years, so I was a mighty happy camper.
New York wasn't completely about hitting the bars, though. Desiree, my gracious host and former UC Davis partner-in-crime, was on vacation the entire time I was there, so we decided to make the most of it. Among the many fun, productive, and totally awesome things we did all week were: stopping at Grimaldi's for Brooklyn's "best pizza," taking a leisurely and stoney walk across the Brooklyn Bridge, hitting up any available Happy Hours, searching out tiny travel bookstores, eating at a tiny Indian restaurant fully decked out in miniature chili lights, and returning to the "Avenue Q" lottery on 45th three different times until we finally WON the lottery and snagged ourselves Staying on the visiting-family-I-haven't-seen-in-way-too-long tip, I turned back around and headed to Utah. There, I managed to both chill with a whole load of crazy cousins and go snowboarding on the lovely fresh powder dumped all over the state. Due to the deadly combination of financial insufficiencies and morning hangovers, snowboarding took a backseat to hanging with the cousins & my bro. It was for the best: I spent my week there doing a whole lot of drinking, playing an


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