The D.C. Trip. Pull up a chair, kid, this'll take awhile.
This was about a week and a half ago, but I'll try to recall what I can.
On March 27, at 3:15 in the morning, I met up with the Japan Bowl teams and Mr. Hall at the student parking lot. We went up to SFO, checked in our luggage at the ATA counter, and boarded a plane for Chicago. They served us sodas and what tasted like Gerber biscuits on the plane.
4 or 5 hours later, we landed and ate lunch at the Reagan-something airport in Chicago (I won that round of Food Court Roulette!), and played shiritori until we had to get on another 2-hour plane to Washington D.C. (On one of those flights, I forget which, I was watching the Pink Panther. In that episode, he had a problem with a termite in his log house. His solution: point a shotgun at it.)
When we arrived there, I got my luggage and waited with Miriam and Alex and Jean and her cow pillow. I kinda had this feeling something was wrong because we were waiting a little bit longer than I thought was necessary. Sure enough, Ngoclan and Angela came back to report that their luggage had been shipped to Honolulu. Fuck...! So Mr. Hall lays the smack-down on the airline people, they say they
On March 27, at 3:15 in the morning, I met up with the Japan Bowl teams and Mr. Hall at the student parking lot. We went up to SFO, checked in our luggage at the ATA counter, and boarded a plane for Chicago. They served us sodas and what tasted like Gerber biscuits on the plane.
4 or 5 hours later, we landed and ate lunch at the Reagan-something airport in Chicago (I won that round of Food Court Roulette!), and played shiritori until we had to get on another 2-hour plane to Washington D.C. (On one of those flights, I forget which, I was watching the Pink Panther. In that episode, he had a problem with a termite in his log house. His solution: point a shotgun at it.)
When we arrived there, I got my luggage and waited with Miriam and Alex and Jean and her cow pillow. I kinda had this feeling something was wrong because we were waiting a little bit longer than I thought was necessary. Sure enough, Ngoclan and Angela came back to report that their luggage had been shipped to Honolulu. Fuck...! So Mr. Hall lays the smack-down on the airline people, they say they