At this point in time, there is nothing I am more grateful for than modern chemistry. Xanax, in particular. You see, I’m not a good flyer. I am of the opinion that if people were intended to fly we would have grown wings. But sometimes, in the course of my life, I am forced into a tin can with wings and hurtled through the air. This time, though, I was prepared. Sweet, sweet Xanax taken one hour before my flight.
Xanax was there for me when I needed it. It held my hand on my flight to Denver, closed my eyelids when I was sleepy, slowed my heartbeat into serenity. So here I am in Denver, in a beautiful, historic hotel enjoying my king size bed watching Will & Grace reruns on Lifetime. If I had more energy I would do some exploring in downtown Denver, but I think The Nanny is coming on next.
