So, I feel partly to blame for this "adventure". I thought I was being a good friend by encouraging Jennifer to pack up and move down to New Orleans. Little did I know of the firey insanity I was fanning... at the time.
Had I truly understood what all the "I want to go!", "I don't want to go!", "I want to go!", "I don't want to go!", "I want to go!"... really meant, I MIGHT have taken a moment to reconsider my relentless "FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS!!!!" approach to this situation. After all, did I really think she would actually listen to me? Me? Kurt? The crazy weirdo with a sideways trigger-happy (and sometimes offensive) sense of humor a.k.a. "screw-it" outlook on life?
Well, she did listen to me.
And here we sit, on this train, ready to pull our hair out. Not even close to being half way through our "Are you serious!?" 30-hour train ride. And for anyone who might be wondering, No. We did NOT opt for the sleeper car.
Personally, I'm proud, dare I say I am damn, damn proud, of my wee little Jennifer friend here beside me. She's got the rare 'New York City courage' that, ironically, so many New Yorkers seem to lack. Actually, it feels more like a proper American Dream moment to me than anything else does these days.
I can only hope that when I'm brazen enough to make a 'screw-it-jump-out-of-a-plane-because-I-got-balls-damnit' decision, I'll have a friend standing behind me who's crazy enough to give me the push I need to actually-
JUMP.
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