Lesson learned: Monorails do exist outside of Ogdenville, North Haverbrook, and Brockway.
And yes — it really does glide as softly as a cloud.
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What do you mean I’ve missed two days of Malaysia Lessons?
Bah. I scorn you and your Western liberal ideas of “counting”.
This is a good thing:
(However, this is balanced by the fact that I look like Christmas threw up.)
Lesson learned: Never ever stay at the Concorde Inn KLIA.
That is, unless you have predilection for ants, a distinct lack of hot water, and truly atrocious customer service.
I don’t know. That may be your thing.
Lesson learned: If you are the groom-to-be, and you are at your bachelor party, and one of your groomsmen says, “We are going to get you sooOOooOOoo drunk!”, the proper response is not:
“Can’t be done — I’m INVINCIBLE.”
You are not.
And it will be proven to you.
In tequila.
By the bye, if you are looking for photographic evidence that I actually did go to Malaysia and not just hole up in my house re-watching the first two seasons of BSG (for the uninitiated, that is the dread and wonderful Battlestar Galactica)*, then have at it:
* For the record, I re-watched the first two seasons of Battlestar Galactica AFTER I returned from Malaysia.
So don’t fret that I have been insufficiently entertained.
