I am totally, head first, full cavity search into Anywhere But Here mode. I hate sitting here in this stripey beige hell with that prickly feeling just under the surface of my skin.
“I gotta get out of this place
if it’s the last thing I ever do.”
Having spent most of Tuesday reading and listening to the last words of various and sundry plummeting/exploding airliners I am in a perfect mental state to run the gauntlet of swineish Federal employees and overpaid airline staff that will be required to get the hell out of Dodge. Plus I get to spend nearly 90 whole minutes lounging around Atlanta! That’s just the cherry on top!
In the end, I’ll finally get to a hotel in the lower Garden District with my ever-lovin’ family by about 2 AM my time. Betcha we’ll all be in the finest of moods. Where we go from there I couldn’t tell you but I have been advised to have a drink in a place called Antoine’s in the Quarter. I think that’s a fine idea. I may even have two.
Then we’ll find out if it’s possible to swim the Mississippi naked while coated in shrimp shells and reeling from one too many Mint Juleps. Expect a report on my return.