Two hours after leaving the Captain's house on Sunday, I was greeted at the airport by a line appearing to last possibly two hours. After 15 minutes in line I was to the point where I had originally thought the line started to turn back on itself only to have this dream destroyed. The line for the U.S. Airways ticket counter had taken over the entire hall that the counter was physically located, as well as the entire hall connecting to that hall, plus a small bit of another hall. This was easily a 2 mile line, no exaggeration. When the realization that there was no way in hell I would make my original flight, I decided to go have a drink or maybe two. На сайте этой конторы найдете аренда недвижимости в черногории при 240 - заходите

I placed a call home to tell Mrs. Matt that my ass was stuck and that I would not be on my originally planned schedule and would call when I knew more. I calmly strolled to a quiet little bar in the A-B wing and bellied up. The Ravens vs. Bengals game was on and the beer was flowing.

The lady I sat next to was mid to late 30s and well dressed. She told me how she lives in D.C. and was flying home to see her parents. She works for a retired Congressman,  I didn't ask which one but he is from Michigan, and that from her apartment building roof, she can see the Pentagon. She told me how bad the damage really was and that t.v. could not possibly do it justice. I also learned that her apartment building is directly across from the Vice President's residence. These two facts alone where fascinating to me but then she also began to describe life in D.C. She told me about how the streets are closed for the President's motorcade, and how her favorite bar is also the favorite of several key players including former President Bush. Then it was time for her flight and she was gone. free online racing games

The next stranger to step up to my corner of the bar, was a guy who ran in to grab a Heineken and check the score of the game. He told me of his son who was in karate and how that had really helped is shyness. We talked about football and how funny it was that Baltimore, the defending Superbowl champs, lost to Cinncinnatti the NFL's defending last place team. His Heiny was gone and so was he.

I turned back toward the t.v. and noticed the guy nearest me was writing in his day planner. As I watched him write, I started to read. This dude was organized. He had everything written in this book. So naturally I said,
Me: "Man, your organized."
dude: "Well I have to be."
Me: "What do you do?"
dude: "I'm the head baseball coach for <forgotten name> college."

The conversation continued on much like this for a few minutes. Then this really hot chick walked in to smoke. I asked her if she wanted to sit down and she said no. She was there with her dad and sister having dinner before her flight. Her dad hates her smoking so she has to go to the bar when the eat. After telling me about her job at some national chain weight loss center, She went back to her table. She will return. усыпление животных

This other hot chick comes in and orders a vodka shot with a soda back. I moved my bag so she could sit down and the bartender asked if she wanted a double for $2 more. I encouraged the double and she took it. She downed the shot and slurped the soda and said:

hot chick 2: "Thanks for the seat and the encouragement on the double."
Me: "Later."

I left to go to the bathroom and when I returned, there was the first hot chick and some guy sitting in my seat. So I just moved around to another seat. I talked to this new guy about football and other manly things when a couple came in and sat between us.

First new guy and second new guy began talking sports so I talked to second new guy's girlfriend. She was on her way home to Alabama. She had been in town to see her boyfriend, a.k.a. second new guy. When I asked her what she did for a living she said, "I ship Patriot cruise missiles to bases and other locations." Of course I began to berate her with questions about how many were going where and who else we were selling to. Through her expert training, and me slowly losing the ability to make complete sentences, she was able to deflect my questions and keep national security secure. Before the couple left, I asked second new guy what he did.
Second new guy: "I am a Colonel working in the Pentagon."
Me: "Wow. How bad is the damage?"
Second new guy: "The collision damage is not as bad as the smoke, fire, and water damage. Most of the building is affected."
Me: (stunned look on my face) "O.K. see ya."

The rest of the people I met paled in comparison to this couple. A few drunk football fans, the wife of a sports photographer. So around 8:00 pm, I went to the ticket counter and told the lady in my best "I'm not drunk" voice:
Me: "I missed my flight"
ticket lady: "O.K. we will credit your card and let me see if I can book you another flight."
Me: "Cool."

She did book me another flight and I departed for home. I had one more beer on the plane and landed. When I finally got to my car, it was pretty clear I couldn't drive. But I was drunk, as mentioned before, and felt invincible. So I drove around the airport only to spin my "Jeepette" 360º on the airport ramp. After restarting I made it home without incident, I think, and had one more beer before bed. When my head hit the pillow, the clock showed 12:30 am. Which in the travel I lose an hour, therefore I had been traveling, drinking, and chatting for nearly 12 hours.

I plan to do it again still this year when I depart and return from Vegas. When is that anyway, Captain?