As you may know (I'm not sure how many times I may or may not have mentioned it in the past year), my sister, Phoebe Chidester, married last Saturday on October 18th, 2008. Yes, the date is significant, but don't ask me why. I left for America on Wednesday in the morning (very early morning, dammit!) alone and arrived in New York's JFK Airport at around 7:30 at night (ECT). The flight was near to unbearable, but at least I got my reading done for the review I'm supposed to hand in on the 9th of November (why do publishers always pick horrible dates?). Anyway, arriving in JFK went smoothly, customs went by rapidly, I was one of the first people at the conveyer belt. So, of course, I had to wait 15 minutes for the cursed thing to start and then another half hour for my suitcase to come. I guess the unloading crew thought it would be funny to torment me (and yes, I'm fully aware that that's not anywhere near true, but let me be a drama queen!). So, after I got my l...