Well, Kent and Dayna were so kind as to give me a ride to the airport this morning (Dayna was driving—thanks Dayna!) in spite of threatening weather. Kent (half-)joked that I was cursed, because every time he gives me a ride to the airport, I-15 ends up turning into a soupy, snowy quagmire. In fact, last year the weather was so bad that he missed a final exam. Getting to the airport is often a challenge for me—and, by implication, for my friends as well.
However, we have a friend, Kristel, who is seemingly cursed to have flights canceled, delayed, and otherwise disrupted with ridiculously high frequency. “At least I’m not cursed like Kristel,” I said. It was true. Was true.
Well, I’m now officially double-cursed, because today my flight to Washington was Canceled with a capital ‘C’, leaving me to languish in Utah. Languish languish languish! (Not that that’s that bad, especially having received some offers from locals to let me share the fun times at their homes.)
I’m going to try to catch a bus home at 6am. Hopefully we don’t hit any terrible weather. The weather looks like it will be worse on Wednesday than on Tuesday, and I really hope this is true because I’ll be foregoing what sounds like a really fun skiing trip with a bunch of my friends in order to capitalize on the supposedly-better weather.
By the way, it seemed like a strange coincidence that Britten and Sandra were booked for the same flight as me, in spite of their living in California now and having no apparent connections in eastern Washington. It was great find them waiting in just the spot I was about to sit down at at gate B13. The only thing more gratifying than having friends with you at the airport is having friends with you at the airport when you discover you’re suddenly stranded in Salt Lake and wanting a friendly face (or two) around to make the debacle more enjoyable ๐
Anyway, I guess I’ll go get 3.5 hours of sleep, then probably wake up Kent so he can drive me to the bus station. Worst case scenario now (aside from an accident, I guess—knock on wood, and all that) is getting stranded in Baker City or some other forgotten backwater. (Apologies to any Baker City residents reading this! Just joking around… mostly :-] ) Yup. I don’t want that to happen! Hopefully I’ll do some writing, read Heart of Darkness, maybe sleep. Here goes nothing.
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