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bnewmanLast night I flew home from Confluence, where I met ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vixyish and gfish for the first time — more nifty people! — and heard amazing filk performances from cflute, filkertom, and others. It was stormy all weekend, with intermittent power outages, and I said on my way out the door, "This is no sky to fly in."
I hate it when I'm right.1
My flight back to Philadelphia was scheduled for 7:00. It was pushed back to 8:30, then 9:30, and finally cancelled. I got a seat on another flight, whose aircraft arrived at 10:05. We finally got off the ground at 11:25. When we landed, baggage claim was a mess, and a lot the luggage from our flight came out over an hour later on a different carousel. I took a taxi back to Swarthmore and was home by 3:00am.
But it was all worth it for the light show — I had a window seat and a plane's-eye view of the scattered thunderstorms all the way across Pennsylvania. It was spectacular — cauliflower towers lit up from the inside, bolts of white fire lancing across their surfaces, and all silent under the roar of the turbojets. I live for moments like this. I suppose I'm even willing to put up with some inconvenience in order to have them.
On the other hand, if I'd known how long I was going to be stuck in the airport, I would have actually bought Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (instead of waiting for a copy to borrow).
1About things like this. Most of the time, I rather enjoy being right.
vixyish and gfish for the first time — more nifty people! — and heard amazing filk performances from cflute, filkertom, and others. It was stormy all weekend, with intermittent power outages, and I said on my way out the door, "This is no sky to fly in."I hate it when I'm right.1
My flight back to Philadelphia was scheduled for 7:00. It was pushed back to 8:30, then 9:30, and finally cancelled. I got a seat on another flight, whose aircraft arrived at 10:05. We finally got off the ground at 11:25. When we landed, baggage claim was a mess, and a lot the luggage from our flight came out over an hour later on a different carousel. I took a taxi back to Swarthmore and was home by 3:00am.
But it was all worth it for the light show — I had a window seat and a plane's-eye view of the scattered thunderstorms all the way across Pennsylvania. It was spectacular — cauliflower towers lit up from the inside, bolts of white fire lancing across their surfaces, and all silent under the roar of the turbojets. I live for moments like this. I suppose I'm even willing to put up with some inconvenience in order to have them.
On the other hand, if I'd known how long I was going to be stuck in the airport, I would have actually bought Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (instead of waiting for a copy to borrow).
1About things like this. Most of the time, I rather enjoy being right.
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Date: 2005-07-19 07:08 pm (UTC)I'm in Chicago, hanging out at many of the haunts described in "Snarkout Boys and the Avocado of Death."