Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Leaving On A Jet Plane

My alarm didn't go off this morning. Not a huge deal, as I managed to wake only 30 minutes after I should have. Yet, somehow, I kept getting delayed in getting out of the house. I get so paranoid about certain things when I plan to be gone for a few days. By the time I left, I was an hour behind schedule. Thankfully, my trusty and reliable Mustang would ensure that I got to the airport on time. I shot down the highway at ludicrous speed and got to the airport a mere 30 minutes before boarding. I needn't have rushed. My flight was delayed 20 minutes.

My brother, ChrisMac, fared much worse. He got delayed three hours. So, as I sit here writing this blog, waiting for his arrival, the Big Easy is calling my name. This town is going to rock this week.

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