#dtwtakesnewyork - JFK INTERNATIONAL, JAMAICA, NEW YORK
Right, so where were we. In setting the scene, I’ll be collecting content from the previous post as it would seem that I got carried away. Opening scene, with the buzz slightly wearing off in the 15 hour Uber drive to #jfk. I’m exaggerating, but I passed out, so sue me. An evening flight is always tricky, as one would think that you have all the time in the world. Faux Pas. Due to the excessive weight of our luggage, we needed to pile on as much shit as possible to make it through the gates. Hence, the entrance of Huggy Bear. Finally managed to get our shit together and ready for check-in. I’ve got my hair slicked back in a Kourtney K ponytail, my monstrous coat, chunky knit and #patent #leather undertones. I may have met my husband during the wait, but let’s not dwell on that. Sigh.
This beautiful burnt orange, wine stained #fauxfur #coat was gifted to me from a dear friend who is probably Queen at finding magnificent pieces. It was her – Huggy Bear’s debut, at JFK no less, and let me tell you guys she did so well. As Murphy would have it, the opposite sex approached in multiple formats and I feel like my social skills were so wack as the realization that I would be flying off into the sunset…alone, kicked in! Oegh. Anyways. Point being, I was subjected to so much flirtation during this short amount of time, I mean it could’ve been my blushing cheekbones but I’m going to go on record and say that it wouldn’t be far-fetched to tribute this to my fresh Snoop Doggy Dogg pimp juice coat just dripping swaggoo. Cue music…
As I conclude this fairy tale, I would like to give thanks to everybody who made this trip beautiful. As hesitant as I was to go to #newyork…explanation being that my travel destination preference is one where the days are long, English is nowhere to be seen and I can literally just be whomever I decide to be in the morning. But the cosmopolitan concrete and vibrant faces really did not disappoint. I’m sold! DTW over and out. Bye Felicia!