my tragic right hip

Busting out bad joints all over the place

June 17th, 2008


We’re still in NYC. Our flight was cancelled. Bad weather on both ends and bam, we’re SOL in terms of getting home. A few panicked phone calls later and we’ve secured a hotel (with a shuttle service).

It’s funny. I am beginning to think I might be cursed when it comes to getting home. Paris. Mexico re-routed. Now a cancelled flight.

Annnywaaay. We’re in Long Island City New York. It has its charms, which includes a bird’s eye view of the LIE and Harp on tap. Two pints and a hotel room for the 4 of us. Life is nothing but an adventure.

We spent the morning on Coney Island. When we arrived, the place was shuttered, iron grates on the doors and nothing opened. But soon, as the haze disappeared and people shed their layers, it opened up.

We walked through Central Park, rested, and then made our way to the airport. Now, it’s 5 hours until we’re back at the airport to try and get home.

2 Responses to “So…”

  • Zesty says:

    Oh the weary trials of the world traveller! Seriously, you have the worst luck dude.

    Got the kitties fed. No worries. 🙂

    And Walter ACTUALLY let me pet her! After ten years, progress!

  • Zesty says:

    Girl, where you at?

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