Just a little update before bed.

So right now, I am camping in Denver. And by camping I mean getting ready to sleep on the floor of the Denver airport. And trust me, it really is camping. I have none of my necessary beauty supplies to prepare me to sleep (including the all important toothbrush), I have no pillow or blanket and have you ever seen an airport floor?, I'll be lucky to get out of here without a case of flesh eating strep. On the upside I know now what my list of necessities would be to take to a desert island, were I ever to be stranded on one.

So this is a fantastic way to spend the first 10 hours of my birthday. Which by the way, thank you to all who sent their well wishes...and their tongue-in-cheek well wishes. Yes, I am now part of the old club, my mid-twenties, the age where it's cheaper to rent a car, whatever you call it. I did feel pretty good earlier tonight though. They were giving out free wine on my flight to Denver (it was the least they could do with all the crap I had to put up with today) and I went to reach for a glass and the stewardess asked me if I was of age. I know I look young...but under 21?

Basically all this ridiculousness started because I decided to spend the weekend at home. Syracuse in the summer is pretty much awesome and I figured since I was in town, I might as well drive up. Yes, I consider the fact that I was in DC, in town. So I spent a great weekend at home and had a great drive back down to DC. Then as soon as I went to check into my flight the wrath of Satan opened up on the district. I stood in front of the big windows in Reagan and realized that the visibility was probably 10 feet. It looked like a damn hurricane. So as a result my flight was delayed 2.5 hours, and then we sat for an hour and a half on the tarmac. So 4 hours and 2 missed connections later, I arrive in Denver. I wait in line for a crap load of time only to be told that there is no way for me to get my luggage, so I decided there's no point in me trying to get a hotel. My flight in the morning leaves at 8, so by the time I got a shuttle to a hotel, got checked in, got to bed and then calculated the time I would need in the morning to get back to the airport and get through security...I probably would spend maybe 2 hours at the hotel...totally not worth the $100 or whatever it is that hotels in Denver charge. Not to mention the Denver airport is in the middle of nowhere...to even get to a hotel is a hike. So I found myself a power outlet and I'm hunkering down for the night.

24 hours in Salt Lake and then it's off to Oakland.

That is all!