Thursday, August 26, 2010

And Then I Woke Up in Some Hotel in New York City...

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.


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