It’s time to say goodbye again.
If you’ve been watching the news, you might have heard that no one can travel anywhere unless they have their own jet. Well, something like that.
People at JFK were told last night that they’d eventually get to go to Seattle, Phoenix, or Las Vegas. But Florida, the Carolinas, any drawly, slow place, no. Cade and I waited for HOURS at the airport with no luck. We were told no one could fly from NYC to our final destination.
It’s really quite apocalyptic. How can we not leave the city? We were told inclement weather has left everyone in the Northeast royally screwed, and realized that lying to the authorities about Cade urgently needing an organ transplant would not be effective.
Neither would full-on banshee action once I got to the head of the line. Hour 1, it sounded interesting and felt possible. Hour 4.3, I was so condemned to terrestrial life that flying in a plane sounded like some newfangled nonsense from them crazy Wright brothers…who were from North Carolina where I could not catch my connecting flight, by the way.
Long story short, Cade and I are going to Boston instead. Baw-ston!
Amanda,
Found your blog ~Sept. ‘06 when looking for some info on NYC and have been checking in when I can to follow your adventures. Thought you may find this blog entry interesting… especially the follow up.
#1: http://www.ironicsans.com/2007/01/the_astoria_notes.html#more
#2:
http://www.ironicsans.com/2007/01/dear_sophina_an_amazing_follow.html
-dave
he he
Very cool. It reminds me of notes from Kathy, the primary renter of the apartment where I used to live.