I tell you, this thrice-damned state is determined to keep me here. The saga started on Tuesday when my hotel reservation couldn’t be found. Nearly every other hotel in the vicinity was sold out. After nigh two hours of looking I managed to settle in. It continued with my getting screwed out of a world-famous steak last evening on account of unending blue-haired hordes. It (hopefully) ends tonight but the flight’s been delayed one hour, then three, now two and I am eating a meagre supper of conch chowder and jalapeno chips while suffering without booze in oppressive heat and blogging wirelessly.
The wireless blogging from an Airport is the above-mentioned first. The misery is accustomed and continual.
Ah, Fort Lauderdale. In my solo travelling memory I’ve only experienced a flight delay twice: both were from Fort Lauderdale to Baltimore on a Friday night. Two different airlines though.
Sod it. The booze line seems to be lessening and a wee dram would be most appreciated just now.