I was in hurricane country for a friend's wedding. Luckily, we got out just in time; if we'd waited for our regularly scheduled flight, at 3:00 Sunday, we would have ended up sweltering in a tin-roofed gym with other tourists. Even so, the airport was a madhouse. Every available flight on every airline had been booked solid by the time we got there, and the line for American, which we flew on, stretched literally from one end of the airport to another. Some other people in the wedding party arrived an hour and a half early for their flight, only to be told that their seats had been given away.
Nonetheless, a good time was had by all. We had to miss the reception in order to drive to the airport, but we did see the beautiful seaside wedding, which was moved up to 11 am so people could fly out Saturday afternoon. (And I have the sunburn to prove it.)
Now I'm back to work, and back to blogging, a little tired, but none the worse for wear. More later, hopefully.
Posted by Jane Galt at July 18, 2005 09:41 AM | TrackBack | Technorati inbound linksNow, Jerry Falwell would say God was punishing your friends for having a nontraditional wedding...
Posted by: sammler on July 18, 2005 11:14 AMNo, no, don't you read Wolcott? It's angry Gaia!
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