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The destination destination.
Friends.
<<< Aside from looking deceptively strange spelled in size 48 font, friends are a strange bunch. Seinfeld taught us all that taking
somebody to an airport ain't just for acquaintances. And you won't just sleep on anybody's couch. For most friends, though, there is
a limit. The bros before hos, for example, has always been more of a, you know, guideline.
Except for the travel friend. There might be better friends. There's the friend that you need to go to the coffee shop with you on the
tough days. Then, there's the drunk dial friend. They are all good and well.
The travel friend is different. You might not talk to them for 11 months, but sooner or later you'll get a text saying something like
"Going to Vegas in a month, It's (so and so's) birthday." This shouldn't mean anything. But somehow it does. The reasons to not go
always out number the reasons to go. There's the finances; student loans, rent, and the car. The PTO. Hell, you have bachelor
parties on which you plan on spending less.
But still. You can never underestimate the travel friend. The friend that you know is going to do it right. So what if this year means
you're going to have to go to New York? That's just the price of doing business...and you have 364 days to save up until next year.