I did it!!!

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Boston, has the worst airport. Upon landing there, I got tossed out of the security zone, with all the good stuff (after a flight that didn't offer any food, thank you American Airlines.) So, next step was to find out where to get rid of my luggage. Someone told me that it was in building E. There were no maps around, so I lugged around my luggage so heavy! around the entire terminal looking for a sign, when I found out I'd only have to walk through a mazelike airtunnels around another parking lot. And it was even more fun than it sounded. And then of course I couldn't get rid of my luggage because Icelandair wasn't open yet. It was seven in the morning, they would open around five. The next ten hours were spent reading, listening to Jeeves stories which I had the foresight of burning on a CD, eating sandwiches and occasional leg stretching and chasing electrical sockets, so my fair Jeeves wouldn't disappear.

Then I got through, and everything changed. The Icelandair lounge was like a magical kingdom. Internet, good beer (Samuel Adams, not Harp) and Whiskey. Under the influence of Whiskey, Brad Campbell was born, speaking to the other loungers about my charmed life. Never having worked a day, specializing in travelling for free, living like a King, but only making a grand in the last year. They gobbled it up, and as we spoke, Campbell grew, untill his fascination and Kim Jong Il fanaticism came through, shocking the two of them into a most foul mood. Good timing too, I had a flight to catch.

I think I love Icelandair.