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SO!
I figured since I am on way to san diego I should do some sort of trip report. On your way? Shouldn't you be there now Brett? Why yes I should! But alas I am sitting in a Laquinta Inn with a hysterical clerk that looks a lot like America Ferrarrrrrrrrraaa. Or something.
Anyway, this will mean nothing to anyone but me but it's funny. SO, me being me, I start yesterday but getting to the airport just a little 2 hours ahead of time. It's what I do. I love airports. So I go to american airloins to check in, not my choice and I get a slip from the machine saying that there is a problem with my ticketing. Oh crap. I wait in line. And I wait. The woman who was there has walked away and in cartoon style I can see my blood pressure raise and I wait for it to spurt out of my head. Finally I get a woman who informed me that my flight was cancelled and the new flight is boarding right now. Oh joy. I race-ish to the gate, wait a little get on the place, taxi out and ... wait. And wait. There are storms in the west. My mind in now soundtracking Storms In Africa, by Asia. Or someone. It was so back and we were there so long that the Captain had to get on and say that we are approaching the 4 hour point and at the time the airport shuts down and AA must go back to the gate since they have a 4 hour wait time. Fifteen minutes later, we are airborne. Rough storm clouds and lightening made it a fun experience. Finally we were en route to Dallas where I had certainly missed my connecting flight. And I was right. I had. SOOOOOOOO the only options were staying in the airport or heading to a hotel. So here I am at a laquinta. With America Ferrrarrrrarier. She is a riot in person.
Now i wait for the shuttle, sucking my starbucks before i have to go through security. While I was at starbucks there was a super hot guy, a little fey, but super hot who kept looking at me and me at him. Where was he last night! Hotels make me horny.
Now I am hoping to make my fight and get to the con. I am sooooo tired.
I figured since I am on way to san diego I should do some sort of trip report. On your way? Shouldn't you be there now Brett? Why yes I should! But alas I am sitting in a Laquinta Inn with a hysterical clerk that looks a lot like America Ferrarrrrrrrrraaa. Or something.
Anyway, this will mean nothing to anyone but me but it's funny. SO, me being me, I start yesterday but getting to the airport just a little 2 hours ahead of time. It's what I do. I love airports. So I go to american airloins to check in, not my choice and I get a slip from the machine saying that there is a problem with my ticketing. Oh crap. I wait in line. And I wait. The woman who was there has walked away and in cartoon style I can see my blood pressure raise and I wait for it to spurt out of my head. Finally I get a woman who informed me that my flight was cancelled and the new flight is boarding right now. Oh joy. I race-ish to the gate, wait a little get on the place, taxi out and ... wait. And wait. There are storms in the west. My mind in now soundtracking Storms In Africa, by Asia. Or someone. It was so back and we were there so long that the Captain had to get on and say that we are approaching the 4 hour point and at the time the airport shuts down and AA must go back to the gate since they have a 4 hour wait time. Fifteen minutes later, we are airborne. Rough storm clouds and lightening made it a fun experience. Finally we were en route to Dallas where I had certainly missed my connecting flight. And I was right. I had. SOOOOOOOO the only options were staying in the airport or heading to a hotel. So here I am at a laquinta. With America Ferrrarrrrarier. She is a riot in person.
Now i wait for the shuttle, sucking my starbucks before i have to go through security. While I was at starbucks there was a super hot guy, a little fey, but super hot who kept looking at me and me at him. Where was he last night! Hotels make me horny.
Now I am hoping to make my fight and get to the con. I am sooooo tired.