My husband, vamping and being generally adorable on the subway after picking me up from the airport, just so he could spend an hour with me before I took off for the Britney Spears concert (all together: awww!). Seriously, having someone pick you up at the airport is the Best. Feeling. Ever. True, the joy gets dampened a little when you wait for OVER AN HOUR while said person arrives because they took the E train instead of the L.I.R.R. — ahem — but nevertheless. Bonus points.
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