The title sounds much worse than it actually was. I had an exciting day of travel yesterday as I tried to get from Chicago to New York.
I got to the airport to find that my 2:05 PM flight had been cancelled. I was lucky enough to book a seat on the 1:00 PM flight, but I would have to hustle. I made it to the gate in time to find out that my new flight was going to be delayed 15 minutes. I went to get some food. When I returned, I discovered that my flight had been delayed to 2:10 PM. Right back to where I started. It was a strangely satisfying resolution to a hectic few minutes.
Then we sat on the runway in the "penalty box" for an hour. Thankfully, the tiny baby in the seat across the aisle didn't make a peep. Or a poop. Or a sound. Except to burp. Tiny little babies have surprisingly powerful burps.
Then I landed in New York.
LaGuardia Airport smells like cinnamon and body odor, but it's strangely efficient. I was out of there in about 20 minutes. I found my way to Manhattan and met up with a friend for some Thai food in Union Square. That's what cool NYC people do. Thai food in Union Square on a Wednesday. Cool NYC people also talk about plastic Santa Claus ornaments that live in trees, but that's a story for another time.
The point is that I'm in New York. I think. I don't really have a point. That's the beauty of having your own blog. You don't have to have a point.
Peanut butter. Ruler. Ennui.