Travel Day
From Dallas to Memphis (oh. joy.), then from Memphis to New York. I'm hoping to be in my apartment by 8pm this evening, particularly since I have to go to work tomorrow. Why, you ask, didn't I take Wednesday off so that I could have a post-vacation decompression day? Well, kind and svelte readers, the answer is simple: Because I am an idiot. Obviously.
Fingers crossed, kids... if I have to spend another long delay in the Memphis airport, things are going to get ugly. Like, "Elvis, the later years, when he looked like an inflated, sequin-covered ham" ugly. And no one wants that.
So, place your bets: Home by eight, or getting there late. The person with the closest guess to the actual time that we walk into our apartment (the winner, as it were) gets absolutely nothing besides the satisfaction of knowing they were right. Which, as I said, is absolutely nothing. However, the one who's farthest away from the correct time... well... you'll be forced into a lifetime of toil at the Memphis airport, serving unfortunate BBQ and hearing "Hound Dog" so many times that your ears will detach and try to kill you with a souvenir Elvis statuette. Sorry, I don't make the rules.
Except that I DO!!! Ha ha, suck it!!!
Anyway, time to fly. Literally. Catch y'all later.
Fingers crossed, kids... if I have to spend another long delay in the Memphis airport, things are going to get ugly. Like, "Elvis, the later years, when he looked like an inflated, sequin-covered ham" ugly. And no one wants that.
So, place your bets: Home by eight, or getting there late. The person with the closest guess to the actual time that we walk into our apartment (the winner, as it were) gets absolutely nothing besides the satisfaction of knowing they were right. Which, as I said, is absolutely nothing. However, the one who's farthest away from the correct time... well... you'll be forced into a lifetime of toil at the Memphis airport, serving unfortunate BBQ and hearing "Hound Dog" so many times that your ears will detach and try to kill you with a souvenir Elvis statuette. Sorry, I don't make the rules.
Except that I DO!!! Ha ha, suck it!!!
Anyway, time to fly. Literally. Catch y'all later.
posted by Clinton at 9:21 AM
7 Comments:
9:13PMish.
Any later than that and I'll be posted to the 11 o'clock news to see if anything happened in the Memphis airport.
Hopefully Memphis has a Taco Bell. I measure the greatness of an airport by the number of Taco Bells.
No NYC airport has a Taco Bell. Just sayin'.
10:37 PM
I bet five bucks you stop for an Elvis Peanut Butter and Bacon sammich and a shot of Blue Suede Booze.
I have spent many long hours in the Memphis airport. Damn Northwest Airlines and their monopoly!
11:45
10:45
11:11 PM and you call in tomorrow.
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