I have made it to SF. However our gate is occupied and we can't pull up to it. My next flight is scheduled to leave in 11 minutes.
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[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.
Yep. Flight is gone. Now in what I estimate to be a 1 to 2 hour long line for the customer service desk.
Dude. That blows.
We just went up to the gay pride festival (held in my AWESOME neighborhood) and got caught in a downpour, whereupon we took refuge in a pavillion/gazebo with hoardes of GLBTQ folk. The Cincy Men's Chorus was in the gazebo with us, and promptly started singing "Yellow Submarine," followed by "It's Raining Men."
I love my neighborhood.
Teppy is clearly having a much better day than Drew. Poor Drew.
Tom Baker, with his goofiness that can whipsaw to highly dangerous in a moment. Too bad he was saddled with Sarah Jane.
I don't think they went that far, I think they were just good friends.
I am now booked on a flight back to Burbank where Kristin will pick me up and give me a ride back to LAX so that I can catch a red eye on Delta at 10 PM. I'm supposed to be flying United.
What a clusterfuck, ND.
My flight to Burbank just got cancelled.
Someone has cursed you, ND. You need to find out who.