tear duct malfunction at don muang

Life in Bangkok can be clearly defined by strong (albeit) transient friendships, and airports that take us to our next adventure. Pris, Malou, Jong, and I brought Darry to the airport yesterday after one last sunday brunch at Crepes & Co. We literally brought him to the airport and even to the check-in counter since he had 5 pieces of luggage to carry. And when bye-bye time came I had tear duct malfunction -- ugh, I hate airports. Speakers blaring "protsa..." and the sound of carts make me cry.

See you soon Darry! We'll miss your implantology updates and araro dance steps.