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Mar. 25th, 2008 12:41 amI has returned from my pilgrimage. As with any great travel for spiritual enlightenment, I had to endure pain for my sins, to scourge my flesh in order to purify my soul. Well, I got the scourging part pretty much down, but the purification of the soul part, that seems to somehow not have made it into the equation.
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iamgerg and mikaboo married on Saturday in Texas. Getting down to the wedding, my friends Lee, Greg and I caught a cheap flight out of Buffalo with a brief layover in Newark. This is how the road to Hell starts.
Newark was causing delays due to high winds, which is intensely appropriate since Newark literally blows. We managed to arrive exactly ten minutes after our connection was due to leave. Fortunately, as we thought, since flights to Las Vegas and Atlanta were being held in order for their people to make their connectors, our flight to Houston would be.
Allow me to repeat, Newark sucks. Continental was very gracious in dumping us on a flight at 5:30am the next morning, and took the extra time to fail to apologize or even acknowledge any issue with it. As an extra bonus, every concession, bar, and fast food place in Newark shuts down at 9pm, the time we were there. There was one single bit of good news, as we found a hotel bar in the airport that actually served decent food and drink until 1pm.
Afterwards, we returned to the airport to sleep in the waiting area for our ungodly early flight. Sleeping on the floor of an airport terminal is not exactly the best thing for anyone's state of health. In my case, it didn't help that my friend Mindy had given me her cold the day before we left. So, enclosed, dry circulated air environments, lack of sleep, lack of proper arrangements for sleeping leads to a general flu becoming a painfully intense feeling of physical drain.
So, in this state of physical deterioration, I finally reach Texas. Houston, to be specific. Texas is something of the mental antithesis of who I am. My friends decided to see how far they could go into making this experience as different from who I am as possible in a way even I couldn't expect; they rented a fucking Hummer.
In the Hummer, we traveled up to Huntsville, past the giant statue of Sam Houston which was so white that I'm convinced was sculpted out of schmaltz. After a refreshing two hours of sleep, we headed for the wedding. It was a lovely affair, of which I seemed very sentimental because I kept snuffling into a tissue.
Since then, I am a laid out wreck of a person. I'm considering ritual suicide as a viable alternative medicine solution.
iamgerg and mikaboo married on Saturday in Texas. Getting down to the wedding, my friends Lee, Greg and I caught a cheap flight out of Buffalo with a brief layover in Newark. This is how the road to Hell starts. Newark was causing delays due to high winds, which is intensely appropriate since Newark literally blows. We managed to arrive exactly ten minutes after our connection was due to leave. Fortunately, as we thought, since flights to Las Vegas and Atlanta were being held in order for their people to make their connectors, our flight to Houston would be.
Allow me to repeat, Newark sucks. Continental was very gracious in dumping us on a flight at 5:30am the next morning, and took the extra time to fail to apologize or even acknowledge any issue with it. As an extra bonus, every concession, bar, and fast food place in Newark shuts down at 9pm, the time we were there. There was one single bit of good news, as we found a hotel bar in the airport that actually served decent food and drink until 1pm.
Afterwards, we returned to the airport to sleep in the waiting area for our ungodly early flight. Sleeping on the floor of an airport terminal is not exactly the best thing for anyone's state of health. In my case, it didn't help that my friend Mindy had given me her cold the day before we left. So, enclosed, dry circulated air environments, lack of sleep, lack of proper arrangements for sleeping leads to a general flu becoming a painfully intense feeling of physical drain.
So, in this state of physical deterioration, I finally reach Texas. Houston, to be specific. Texas is something of the mental antithesis of who I am. My friends decided to see how far they could go into making this experience as different from who I am as possible in a way even I couldn't expect; they rented a fucking Hummer.
In the Hummer, we traveled up to Huntsville, past the giant statue of Sam Houston which was so white that I'm convinced was sculpted out of schmaltz. After a refreshing two hours of sleep, we headed for the wedding. It was a lovely affair, of which I seemed very sentimental because I kept snuffling into a tissue.
Since then, I am a laid out wreck of a person. I'm considering ritual suicide as a viable alternative medicine solution.
