Ok, a few days late, but I managed to make it home and just barely avoid what would have easily been the worst flight of my life. A few keywords so I can avoid having to relive the whole experience in prose: rude metrosexual, hairless dog, nonstop barking, angry passengers, t-minus 5 minutes, kindly ejected from flight.

As usual, New York was a lumpy mix of unadulterated adrenaline, impossible productivity, and a lightening of the bank account reminiscent of a good old fashioned commie wallet burning party. Photodocumentary evidence forthcoming.