Okay, so I arrived home on the 16th, my flight being delayed 2 hours because of engine problems- we got almost all the way to Flint before we had to head back to Cleveland. Damn Airbuses. I think I contracted a new strand of the Plague because of how awful I feel- Kevin was sick first, and then we just continued to swap diseases. I met two of his boyfriends, Jose on my first day, and Fausto on the last day- Jose was much cuter, but a really big jerk, according to everyone. I never really had a chance to find out because he was so quiet, most likely because he was stoned out of his mind. (Of course, so was Kevin. There wasn't a five minute interval where he was sober.)
I bet my clothes reek of weed because of how much Kevin smoked- hopefully Louise doesn't notice that.
I got an ass load of clothes, some scarfs, tams (which is another name for berets- surprisingly I look REALLY good in them, despite the fact that I look bad in hats), expensive makeup, and about 7 new bags. I hope I actually use this stuff.
I saw South Pacific and Phantom of the Opera while I was there as well. I was a bit disappointing because Broadway plays are supposed to be mind blowing compared to shows around here, but they were kinda mediocre. Cute, but nothing fantastic. I cried like a baby during Phantom-not because of the actors, but because I love the songs- and the lead girl in South Pacific was amazing.
I also went to the wax museum and Strawberry Fields, to name very few of the things that I did. I also about died of walking. My feet swelled up really badly, and after a particularly long day of walking, I couldn't even sit up after I had lain down. But besides that, it was fun.

I'm pretty bummed that I had to come back, because there was so much to do and see there. Now I'll just be bored out of my mind for another month or so.