Day 30: Delayed in Denver Int'l
Denver is a big airport with a nice looking main staging area and reasonably nice concourses, but it’s got fuckall for outlets and the free wifi is slow and loads things in an iframe with ads up top. Better than Long Beach, but that’s faint praise if ever I’ve given any.
I’d be less grumpy about the downsides if my plane had left on time (e.g. an hour or so ago), but it’s been delayed and won’t take off for another fifty minutes it sounds like.
Final wrap-up party tonight in NYC, karaoke bash in a private room at 2nd and 2nd, but with the plane delay it looks like I won’t make it there until we’re halfway through the rented time. So finally I’ve managed to get hit by a significant delay — after a month of traveling, I can just about shout BINGO.
I think maybe I should have in fact made Bingo cards. I’ve got some time to kill, maybe I still will.
So: karaoke tonight, sleep it off, and then kill time in New York tomorrow until my evening flight home to Portland, where I wouldn’t mind being right now if it didn’t mean skipping out on people who’ve shown me a lot of hospitality already.
