Planes and Cava: Bad Mix for New Year

Barcelona - January 1st, 2009.

The following is a snippet of a note written from one smart, wise cousin to his equally smart(-ass), wise(-cracking) cousins.

"Happy New Year! Hope you all had a good time... were you all together? Must have been fun. So I'll cut right to the chase, since you are all dying to know what your really smart cousin wants to let you know.

"Do you know what happens when you stay up all night on New Year's Eve, get really drunk on cava, and have to catch a flight to Italy at 6 in the morning? You end up in the airport, really drunk and really tired, fall asleep at the gate, and wake up 5 minutes after your plane has taken off.

"So take it from your wise, hungover cousin... don't waste money and feel like a complete idiot. In other words - don't do what I did!

"So here I sit, once again in Barcelona, looking like a complete jackass, instead of seeing the mountainous north of Italy, having to pick up used beer cans and olive seeds.

"Happy New Year! Love, Mico*"

*Names have been changed to protect identities.