stranded

[rm]

Right, so Patty and I are currently shacked up in an airport DoubleTree watching True Blood thanks to massive thunderstorms in NYC that canceled our flight (but not before we sat on the tarmac forever and other fuckery).

Currently, I'm a little verklempt about the kitties, who we left on their own for this trip (as we often do when we go away for a few days). Now granted, they had plenty of food and water (and we left the toilet open just in case) and it wasn't super hot in the city over the last several days, but it's still a bit of time, and then extra 16 hours isn't thrilling me. Reassure me folks?

Also, ways in which I'm able to access Jack Harkness as a character when I write fic include:

- not looking remotely my age
- the weird relationship I have with the great lawn in Millennium Park
- airports, airport hotels and completely travel fuckery.


I suppose, at least it's not a volcano. (ETA: and yes, darlings, the vortex manipulator is still in the suitcase).

Goddamn.

Comments

[rm.livejournal.com]

WAS IT REALLY?

Swank fucking hotel.

[kel-reiley.livejournal.com]

yeah! our room was really nice - of course i'm used to, like, motel 6 with mysterious bedspread stains and no towels!
the guests, though, stayed in the hotel across the way - can't remember what it was called, but they were having a wedding reception in the bar where we ran into GDL (and the wedding party wore kilts! it was awesome)

[rm.livejournal.com]

HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH.

Yeah, Patty and I were all "we;re here for 7 hours and have no energy to take advantage of the shower for two? seriously?"