The night before the flight – “Oh Shilo!”

Oh Shilo…

It was the right price, gave us some elbow room, as well as that hot tub time machine groovy feeling but once we got in bed – yikes. 

 A combination of clock paranoia and an odd bed had us all flipping and flopping all night – I felt like a piece of meat on a slightly cool grill. I simply could not brown. 

The sheets were so oddly crispy that every time anyone moved it sounded like a group of people rummaging around in a vintage cellophane collection. 

The alarm did eventually go off and we launched out of bed like people escaping from an ant nest. 

Airport here we come…

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