Or at least, on my way.
But I'm not. Because the crew of United Airlines flight 635, nonstop from Chicago to San Diego, didn't show up for work this morning. Who knows why.
Stay classy, world.
I could have stayed at the airport, crossed my fingers, and hoped to get bumped onto the 9:30 flight. But since the entire flight I was on would have been there hoping for the same thing right along with me, and it would've required me to check my luggage ahead to San Diego whether or not I was there to meet it, I passed. So I'm booked for the 8:00 flight tomorrow morning.
I canceled one day off of my hotel stay and another off of the dog sitter (SHUT UP HE'S DELICATE), so I guess in the end, I'm saving a few bucks. Hooray?
Jeez, I'm glad I didn't commit to doing anything or being anywhere for Preview Night, this year. And I'm REALLY glad I didn't shell out for a table. because if I had, I'd be single-handedly redefining COMPLETELY FUCKING UNREASONABLE right now. I do this really attractive and endearing Hurricane Kali thing sometimes, maybe I'll tape it for you guys one day so everyone can hate me.
So anyway, yeah. See you guys Thursday, hopefully. I'll try to make the most of the delay, maybe mail out summore book orders or sumthin'.
