12 APRIL 2008. SATURDAY. 08:19PM.

Way past midnight, tired from a night out and in a post-Affogato stupor, I managed to score some Frequent Flyer seats that opened up on a flight back home this Christmas Eve eight months in advance, not without some booking confusion and minor problems with delayed confirmation. Nothing could feel more surreal. Oh except for that dog sitting on my desk sometimes while I work.