From the Gold Room to the Cold Room
The news of the morning was the impending storm. All that shit that's been dumping on every where else west of the Mississippi has swung around to finish the job. When i got to the office, i called American and they said the earlier flights had plenty of seats...so i left early to try and catch the 1:40. i was 3rd...OOPS...4th on the waiting list when it was time to start boarding (damned Executive Platinums!) when...a phone call!! "All flights to St Louis for today are cancelled. Since i was so calm and nice to the lady on the rebooking phone (everyone else was yelling and screaming) she put me on the first class upgrade list for tomorrow afternoon. Why wasn't i screaming? Because i KNEW that this would happen...so i had a room reserved over at the Marriott-O'Hare. Mama woofer didn't raise no fool. So i've got a big bottle of shiraz and i'm online hoping for some one to get snowed in with. Of course, it won't be kiwi59, but i tried, dammit!! Oh, and i have tortilla chips and ranch dip to go with the Shiraz. And it's Black Swan...