3 things loosely associated with "loovull" kentucky

1) hearing the sounds of a nearby bowling salesman feverishly pushing his products on an unwilling client over the cell phone; mixed in with whitney houston's "the greatest love of all" being piped in from the loudest speaker on the planet; sitting across from a miserable-looking girl sporting a "get lucky in kentucky" t-shirt; all the while, the inexplicable smell of cream cheese strudel fills the air.

i love airports.

2) how can i be justified or motivated to unpack, when i come home to a bed that is COVERED with last week's laundry?

3) thank you. ms. carey, for bringing into my life the phrase: "gay as a sequin fanny-pack."