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March 6th, 2009
Apr. 7th, 2009 09:50 amWe left for Italy on March 6th. My mother flew to Virginia, because she was tracking down all her garbage, and for a brief period that culminated in my parent's divorce, we lived in Charlottesville while my dad taught a semester at UVA. But she drove up the night before to pick me up so that we could be on the flight together.
JFK is a lesson in misery. The Aer Lingus gate agent that checked us in looked like she wanted to puke on her own Kelley green uniform and tell us all to fuck off. She settled with forgetting to give us an essential form we needed when we landed Dublin. I, with my non EU passport, was poked and prodded a little before the Garda would let me go. My mother stood there laughing and calling it payback for all the times I'd had to wait for her on the other side of US immigrations.
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JFK is a lesson in misery. The Aer Lingus gate agent that checked us in looked like she wanted to puke on her own Kelley green uniform and tell us all to fuck off. She settled with forgetting to give us an essential form we needed when we landed Dublin. I, with my non EU passport, was poked and prodded a little before the Garda would let me go. My mother stood there laughing and calling it payback for all the times I'd had to wait for her on the other side of US immigrations.
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