Well we eventually arrived at an actual gate. Since I didn't want to pay $50 to join the Admiral's Club for a day, just to smoke a cigarette, I have taken the bold step of exiting the airport. Since I just have my computer backpack now, and the security lines didn't look too long, here's hoping I get on my next flight with no problems.
Spike's Bitches 41: Thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
That's our Sean, living on the edge in Texas.
Have a good next leg.
Thanks, Debet!
I can't believe you people are being so quiet today. How am I supposed to entertain myself on layover?
Hi, Sean!
That's really all I've got. I'm about to go watch B-5.
I threw my lower back out...the same day I got a letter from my insurance company saying they are only going to approve (i.e. pay for) 3 of the 8 chiropractic visits I've already had. Argh.
Hi Sean.
Hi from Texas!
Aw, crap, {{Kristin}}.
Any recourse to protest the decision?
Oh, poor Kristin.
Hi Sean!
(But I'm not really here, as I'm working from home today and need to go start getting ready for my photo shoot for BUST magazine.) (!!!)