Got the 5pm flight. Pretty much any flight out after that would have severely messed with Mikes plans to smuggle me into Canada for the night to get incredibly rowdy and jig till the sun came up to John Digweed.
So my day after my laptop died consisted of...
xWaiting for the 10am flight, I was the number 11 on-call person.
xWandering aimlessly throughout the A and B concourses. Atleast Detroit had a decent selection of food to choose from. If I was stuck in LAX I wouldn't be so cheery about my situation.
xAttempting to take a nap right out the front of one of the Delta customer service areas downstairs. It was heaps warmer than upstairs. No sleep to comment on.
xCaving and selecting a Wendys chicken sanga to eat to pass time whilst wishfully waiting at the next gate to see if I had a spot... Number 4. Sanga severely lacked mayo
xTrying to nap, shivvering, feeling incredibly awful for myself, looking like a dazed bum to such a degree that a man lent me two of his coats to keep me warm.
xNot getting on the 2pm flight, snorting boogs like there was no tomorrow, moving on to the next departure gate.
xChatting to a couple i'd seen at every gate I was at all day. They too were mucked up wit the cancellation. We decreed that if we did not get on the 5pm flight, we'd be hitting up the Irish bar just across from the gate.
xLast chance getting on the flight after a few people didnt get to the gate in time.
x Flying, wine, stories, good times, Re-uniting with my bag, Re-uniting with Mike
x Driving the way to Montreal.
x Drinking, talking, eating
x Taking the Subway to the city
x Drinking
x Being the token Australian in the girls dunny
x Going to Circus to see John Digweed DJ. Raging Kearns-style with no need to mention details.
x Leaving Circus at 7.30am. Sore, sweaty. Subbing it back to old-quarters
x Sleeping like a fucking angel.
