Trip entry #13: Monday
Aug. 1st, 2005 11:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jlhAnd to think 13 is usually my lucky number.
The short version: Carrie's house—>minivan—>plane—>plane—>monorail—>train—>subway—>bus—>home
The long version:
Carrie is amazing; she woke up, loaded the dishwasher, got the kids up and into the car in twenty-five minutes. This was the last time anything happened anything like on time. I got to the airport at 8:40am CDT, 9:40am EDT.
My flight to Atlanta was delayed nearly a half hour at the gate by paperwork. But a plane that isn't running has no AC. I would have passed out if I hadn't been sitting down.
Atlanta airport sucked mostly due to bad memories. I got that same damn Arizona chicken sandwich I got a billion times on business trips and hoped the entire time that I wouldn't run into anyone I knew. Which, luckily, I didn't. The flight, however, was delayed at the gate for mysterious reasons, where the plane was, again, completely overheated
I ran for the monorail (undercooled), then trotted across the hot platform to the train, then had to haul ass across a totally stuffy Penn Station to the horribly hot subway platform where I waited through an E train because it's on a lower level than the C train, then up a lot of stairs to a hot 8th avenue whereupon I decided to take the bus which was AT THAT MOMENT across the street so I dashed with suitcase once again, made the bus. Got home and fuck if the fucking elevator in my building wasn't still out, so after all that I had to lug it all up four flights of stairs in the massive heat.
Arrival in apartment: 5:45pm EDT, drenched in sweat, famished, dirty, and exhausted. The thought of leaving made me physically ill, so I called Em and begged off on the movie (sorry Emily, but I really do owe you dinner).
So I ordered some Thai and now I'm caught up on 6FU thanks to HBO On Demand, and am now making my way through a backlog of CSI on the old TIVO. Carrie, you're going to want a couple of the ones your TIVO skipped to see backstory live—like a certain secret Nicky has only shared with Cath.
The short version: Carrie's house—>minivan—>plane—>plane—>monorail—>train—>subway—>bus—>home
The long version:
Carrie is amazing; she woke up, loaded the dishwasher, got the kids up and into the car in twenty-five minutes. This was the last time anything happened anything like on time. I got to the airport at 8:40am CDT, 9:40am EDT.
My flight to Atlanta was delayed nearly a half hour at the gate by paperwork. But a plane that isn't running has no AC. I would have passed out if I hadn't been sitting down.
Atlanta airport sucked mostly due to bad memories. I got that same damn Arizona chicken sandwich I got a billion times on business trips and hoped the entire time that I wouldn't run into anyone I knew. Which, luckily, I didn't. The flight, however, was delayed at the gate for mysterious reasons, where the plane was, again, completely overheated
I ran for the monorail (undercooled), then trotted across the hot platform to the train, then had to haul ass across a totally stuffy Penn Station to the horribly hot subway platform where I waited through an E train because it's on a lower level than the C train, then up a lot of stairs to a hot 8th avenue whereupon I decided to take the bus which was AT THAT MOMENT across the street so I dashed with suitcase once again, made the bus. Got home and fuck if the fucking elevator in my building wasn't still out, so after all that I had to lug it all up four flights of stairs in the massive heat.
Arrival in apartment: 5:45pm EDT, drenched in sweat, famished, dirty, and exhausted. The thought of leaving made me physically ill, so I called Em and begged off on the movie (sorry Emily, but I really do owe you dinner).
So I ordered some Thai and now I'm caught up on 6FU thanks to HBO On Demand, and am now making my way through a backlog of CSI on the old TIVO. Carrie, you're going to want a couple of the ones your TIVO skipped to see backstory live—like a certain secret Nicky has only shared with Cath.
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Date: 2005-08-02 04:51 am (UTC)Would you share? There's no way I'll get caught up on the eps from last season that I missed before the next season starts, and I reeeeeally want to know about this secret. *puppy dog eyes*
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Date: 2005-08-02 05:01 am (UTC)Brill icon btw.
Fully owe you recs. Will do now that life is a bit more under my control. :D
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Date: 2005-08-02 05:22 am (UTC)Isn't that icon lovely? Regardless of whether they get together or not, they have such great chemistry. The two of them onscreen together = happiness. Plus, Warrick is hawt.
No worries on the recs, hon! I know how life gets; I am patient. I do look forward to when you have a few for me, though! Someone - was it you or Carrie? I think Carrie - tossed a link to me a while back, to a story in which Nick first tries the guy/guy thing on Greg, and Greg and Brass eventually set Nick and Grissom up together... It was REALLY good, and everyone was so in character (even Greg! I loff Greg). I wasn't sure I'd care for CSI fanfic, so that was definitely the right story to start with.
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Date: 2005-08-02 05:31 am (UTC)Vanilla Coward is definitely one of my favorites, and another by that same writer, Emperor Penguin, also ranks right up there. I think I like his stories because Nick seems vaguely unaware of his hotness which I think is pretty accurate.
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Date: 2005-08-02 01:24 pm (UTC)Vanilla Coward, that was it! Glad to hear the author has written another, I'll definitely look it up. And, Nick being unaware of his hotness is so on, and is also one of the enhancing features of his hotness, imho. He's so adorable, and has no clue, which makes him even MORE adorable.
Do you ever visit the CSI Files website and read the spoilers/summaries of upcoming eps?
*uses Greg icon for change of pace*
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Date: 2005-08-02 07:36 pm (UTC)