Glacier Punch
Okay so here's how our twelve-hour layover in the middle of Icelandic nowhere started: me complaining.
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Okay so here's how our twelve-hour layover in the middle of Icelandic nowhere started: me complaining.
I quit my job on a Tuesday and the plan was to have one last party in the storage unit that Friday.
I got to Puncture Fest on Saturday afternoon, two hours late, and I was already in a bad mood about it.
*This story was born from a fantasy of summer heat and accidental intimacy...