woke up at 3:30 am, drove, flew at 9, sat in denver for a long time. Long enough to get drunk midday at brewery and make a friend.
Finally got to Dallas, thought things were going to get going. Thought I’d get a nap. Plane delayed, went to Mexican restaurant, consumed the equivalent of 5 avocados, chugged a very large margarita.
Connection in London will be missed, so new flight booked and now I’m just wondering how international time affects how long I’ve been drunk and sleep-dep.
If only the airport limbo was a great big dance party. That would be really awesome.
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caddysdream said:
I can see it now: actual airport limbo. Where you try to shimmy under a bar at each gate.
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