Originally written on June 3, 2007

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If I’m going to Brussels I have to re-ticket. Montreal too.

I’m only going to Ft. Lauderdale, so no re-booking. Yet.

The remains of a tropical depression are coming up the coast. They haven’t exactly arrived in the Northeast yet, but the Philly airport closed just in case it suddenly speeds up and arrives.

Typical.

So I sit here on an airplane at the gate in New York, on infinite ground-hold going to Philly. I really wish they would just close that airport and just burn it to the ground. Philadelphia’s airport serves no purpose except to delay flights all over the East coast. If the plane is going to Philly or coming from Philly, count on it not being on time. At all. Ever.

They just announced my flight should take off at 8:00PM. My connection is supposed to take off at 8:25PM.

This plane is fast, I doubt it is that fast. Fortunately my connection, obviously, is also out of Philly and it should also be just as delayed. Question is, do I arrive at my hotel in Miami at 3AM at this point?

That would make for a pretty suck-ass Monday.

They really need to just serve drinks on the house when shit like this happens. We got offered some water a half an hour ago. I said unless there’s some scotch in there someplace, no thanks.

Well, now they just said no one is going to make a connection. Apparently they’re letting some planes into the Philadelphia party, but my plane isn’t on the guest list.

Back to ticketing. We’ll try this again in the morning….