Find my Way Home
Man, another long week. i had to stay through Friday to get everything ready and we finally wrapped up pretty good. As always, i had to fight to get out of the office, but i made it on time and had a quick beer at a new bar now that this flight was on the D concourse. Our flight got delayed, but a fellow traveler recognized me as a seasoned flyer and invited to get me into Delta's Red Carpet Club. Free booze, snacks, WiFi. If i amortize the cost over the number of weeks i have left here, it might be cheaper than the airport bar. We'll see. i ran into the kind sould that got me in there and he said that the plane was at the gate and i headed back down to the gate. "Oh no, it's at C8 now." DOH! That's where i came from! So me and this other couple hussled there. "No, it's at F2." "You sons-a'-bitches!", i exclaimed. "You can take your mouth and leave", the agent said with a dismissive air. "And you can take your airline and shove it up your ass," i replied and hauled ass across the airport to get to there. Fortunately, i had been upgraded, so that was nice. i made it home a couple hours late, but i was finally back with Matt. He had brought some shorts for me to change into, but i just got comfy and snuggled up with him and hung out with our friends for a bit. Ah, good to be home.
