Fighting gravity with miss Lohan

So. Midnight. And Lindsay arrives. I have put on my lucky blue socks. After having eaten some more of Jills pancakes while watching the Shark Week show (previous post, you've read this from the start, right?), I have gotten a crystal clear idea that in limousines, gravity can be lost if you just swing from side to side, concentrating on absolutely nothing. Lindsay isn't quite sure of this, but she says she'll be willing to give it a go.

I give Lindsay one of Jills pancakes, but before she eats it, she has to text her mom, telling her she is going on a trip.

I then suggest we go to the airport, to hook up with my friends Gus and Stephen in Google Air.

And so we do.

And of course, I have to introduce her to my friends, who are, as usual, pretty busy with their tedious procedures, however necessary and for our safety, quite appreciated. So we go for drinks instead. And maybe I will get her autograph, I think to myself. Quietly.