Well, it isn’t yet, but it’s about to be.
We had an improv show last night, and I didn’t get home until after 11. I saw the clock tick over midnight, which made the 3:50 alarm a hard thing to hear. Luckily I had the backup 4:00 alarm set in the other room: Windows Media Player blasting “Godzilla” by Blue Ã–yster Cult.
So now I’m sitting in the Indianapolis airport, waiting for the boarding call for the flight to Minneapolis. Why I’m going from Indy to Minneapolis to Dallas, I don’t know, but I guess I’m supposed to believe the airlines know better than I do on how best to get to places. That whole “shortest distance between two points is a straight line” business doesn’t apply to flights, I guess. Kids! Stop studying math! It’ll help you not a whit in real life!
I’m off to meet new people, re-meet old people, and watch a football game. Not a bad way to spend a weekend, even if I didn’t get much sleep to start it off. The Orange Ka-BAM I had from the Smoothie King in the airport here should make up for the lack of sleep, and the rest of it will take care of itself.
Look at me being all adventurous!