…is that I don’t get to hang out in the Red Carpet Club, which is something I always enjoy. Not that I’ve turned into one of those wimpy, coddled travelers who can’t stand being outside his little bubble of comfort. At least, I don’t think I have.
I mean, I’ve got my own little infrastructure– my music, some movies, my favorite high-caffeine tea– but that’s different, right?
[To the tune of U2, “Until The End Of The World,” from the album “Achtung Baby”.]