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my flight from maine to ohio was delayed an hour. this could be bad, i thought, since my lay-over in cincinnati was to be half an hour. the ticket counter attendant said i'd be fine. so i went, despite a 70 minute delay. as expected, i missed my connection.
as a condolence, delta gave me a room at the nearby amerisuite. at first, i was too pissed off to accept anything from my new nemesis. but after talking to lindsay, she convinced me not to sleep in a place where john wayne gacys would definitely rape me. along with about a dozen others who missed their flights, i caught the shuttle to the hotel.
on the ride i sat between two businessmen, one of whom asked the other questions that could have applied to anyone. i think this can be generalized for all of his comments: "can you believe they didn't hold your plane for you?" bastard. the driver, a graduate of uk, talked to a two college kids near the front of the van. he was black, and i enjoyed him very much. when he let us off at the hotel, the jamaican woman couldn't open the door from the front seat. i closed the door to the backseats that was barricading her. she said, "thank you, son. thank you." it was great.
i was in line to check in when i realized i left my room voucher delta gave me back at the airport. i told the woman at the desk that some delta woman had kept it. she called the airport, who told them i was on the flight. with my card i took the elevator to the second floor.
i opened the door to the room at 10:45. the place was--is--enormous. there is a luxurious L-shaped couch with a leather ottoman, two sinks (both elegant), a desk (suitable for hem himself), a refrigerator, a 42-inch flat screen tv, and a King-sized bed with feather pillows (i did not--will not--sleep tonight, but i did admire this aspect of the room).
so what have i done? i draw a hot bath and read for about an hour. then i watch whatever is on tv ("star wars v," "american graffiti," "rocky i" and "rocky ii"). i masturbated, which, i feel, was the perfect expression for my nighttime of complete independence.
i am writing this entry while drinking luke warm, bitter tea from a styrofoam cup. "little giants" is on tv. i'm going to shower (four baths is not enough) and wait for my wake-up call from the front desk.
with all of this said, i am ready to fucking bolt.
as a condolence, delta gave me a room at the nearby amerisuite. at first, i was too pissed off to accept anything from my new nemesis. but after talking to lindsay, she convinced me not to sleep in a place where john wayne gacys would definitely rape me. along with about a dozen others who missed their flights, i caught the shuttle to the hotel.
on the ride i sat between two businessmen, one of whom asked the other questions that could have applied to anyone. i think this can be generalized for all of his comments: "can you believe they didn't hold your plane for you?" bastard. the driver, a graduate of uk, talked to a two college kids near the front of the van. he was black, and i enjoyed him very much. when he let us off at the hotel, the jamaican woman couldn't open the door from the front seat. i closed the door to the backseats that was barricading her. she said, "thank you, son. thank you." it was great.
i was in line to check in when i realized i left my room voucher delta gave me back at the airport. i told the woman at the desk that some delta woman had kept it. she called the airport, who told them i was on the flight. with my card i took the elevator to the second floor.
i opened the door to the room at 10:45. the place was--is--enormous. there is a luxurious L-shaped couch with a leather ottoman, two sinks (both elegant), a desk (suitable for hem himself), a refrigerator, a 42-inch flat screen tv, and a King-sized bed with feather pillows (i did not--will not--sleep tonight, but i did admire this aspect of the room).
so what have i done? i draw a hot bath and read for about an hour. then i watch whatever is on tv ("star wars v," "american graffiti," "rocky i" and "rocky ii"). i masturbated, which, i feel, was the perfect expression for my nighttime of complete independence.
i am writing this entry while drinking luke warm, bitter tea from a styrofoam cup. "little giants" is on tv. i'm going to shower (four baths is not enough) and wait for my wake-up call from the front desk.
with all of this said, i am ready to fucking bolt.