The Stills 12/22/07, Going Home...

It's always hard to get up in the morning when the clock still has single digits for the hour, but I forced my way through it and headed downstairs to hail a cab. First one I got decided he didn't want to go to the airport and drove away, and right after that, to add insult to injury, a car drove through a puddle of slush right in front of me and I got covered in it, head to toe. I had no choice but to run back into the hotel to change and try and get another cab. I soon got one that was willing to actually drive to the airport and all was good.

The weather was kind of crappy in Vancouver and in Toronto, and every flight between the 2 cities that morning was cancelled. Except mine. It even left sort of on time. Bonus. The plane was kind of lame though. No tv's in the seatback ahead of you. Kind of rough on a 5 hour flight. Then, on my 1 hour flight to Ottawa after, the plane was equipped with a full-on entertainment explosion. Go figure... Gotta love Air Canada...

Anyways, after no drama in the skies and having successfully cheated death by air yet again, I made it home for Christmas. Talk about your storybook endings. I'll be here for a few days, then I'll go back to Brooklyn for a bit and try and make my phone ring... Looks like it could be a month or so, but we'll see... Things have a way of popping up when you least expect them to...