Travel days turn bad quickly when flight delays hit them. Today's flights were already sub-optimal, with a connection in faraway Chicago instead of nearby Dallas, but they were the only ones we could get on the notice we had. I was already going to arrive later than I wanted, but the time was bearable.
A three-hour delay of the flight out of ORD changed all that.
I arrived in town late enough that all the non-sports-bar restaurants nearby were closed and the hotel's room service was shutting down literally three minutes after I checked in. So, I ordered what I thought would be safe--shrimp cocktail and a salad--and received a very sad instantiation of each one. So it goes.
Tomorrow, I'll indulge in my usual Austin ritual. Now, I have to finish working, unpack, and get some sleep.
Published on May 13, 2013 20:59