Arrived in St. Petersburg.
The weather is beautiful. Hot.
I need flip flops. But since I woke up to pack for the trip less than half an hour before my knight in flip flop armor showed up at 6am and I have moved the boxes into my new house, but had no time to unpack them, and was determined to only pack what I could fit in my tiny carry on bag, I wound up here with nothing but boots and a pair of heels for show wear. I opted for heels to go outside because it is actually f***ing hot!
I have the chills and a stomach ache and a head ache and I’m so sleepy and hurty all over. All signs point to sleep deprivation, airplane food, illness, or all of the above. Not exactly how I wanted my first day in Russia to go, but it was a fucking long ass couple of flights to get here and I couldn’t sleep on any of them and actually my stomach has been a bit upset since I projectile vomited into Shylar and Katherine’s fish pond the other night. I rarely vomit. So that caught me off guard.
I’m sitting in a cafe and Brande is buying me flip flops at H&M because she is an angel. Through a very scientific study of the happy people I know in life I’ve decided that flip flops are the secret to living the good life. I’ve never been a flip flop wearer. Mostly because I’ve always thought they are ugly. Maybe not caring about what you look like is more important to happiness than wearing flip flops and flip flops are just what happen after you are already content. That would make more sense. But since I like to do things backwards I’m going to start with the outside (flip flop wearing) and work inwards from there. I’ll keep you posted.
Xoxo
Princess Donna