One thing that always throws me off about San Francisco:
From the airport to my hotel I took a slightly musty cab. It cost $40. From the hotel to the airport I took a white super stretch Lincoln equipped with a television, bottled water and juice, champagne, liquor, and seating for 10. It cost $40.
(NateDogg can back me up on this- N, remember when I hailed that limo off the street after the bar last time we were there?)
So I just got off my red-eye from San Francisco and am writing this in Detroit. My flight got in a half hour early, making my layover three AND A HALF hours instead of the three I had braced myself for. And yes, I KNOW I could drive home from Detroit at this point and get home sooner. But instead I'm going to sit at this internet terminal that I've been using for the last two years at this fine airport and surf the web while I eat breakfast. It's exactly like being at the office, except I don't have to go to the kitchen and get my own cereal.
And in case you were wondering- I didn't get another @tkins bar on the return flight, they don't feed you on the red-eye. I hate that because I never sleep on the red-eye, and I like the food service portion of the flight because it kills at least a tiny bit of a four hour flight.
Since I didn't sleep, I read Real Simple magazine, which made me feel like an unorganized slob. Then I listened to Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas on my iPod (thanks, NateDogg.) Then I stared into space for a while. Next I did some work for the office until I decided that after working Saturday and Sunday this week, I shouldn't feel pressured to do more work at 2:00 AM in the sky. Then I played solitaire. More staring at the back of the seat in front of me. Then I read part of a David Sedaris book. That was four hours. I have two hours and forty minutes to go until my next flight and I'm running out of ways to entertain myself.
Wow, sorry about that boring paragraph. I've been awake for 25 hours and everyone I know is asleep, and I haven't talked to another human for way too long.
I'll just quietly finish my breakfast now. |
