Tomorrow's 6am flight has been cancelled. The next flight outta here is on January 5th.
Hey: I don't give a shit - I don't have a job, but Michael needs to work for a living.
So now we're looking at taking a Greyhound to get out of here.
I. Am. Not. Making. This. Up.
Help me!
Send Slim-Fast!
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January 5th! Are you shitting me? That's insane. At least you're in a beautiful city with web access with a wonderful man at your side. I say talk Michael into quitting his job and you guys hitchhike across the country for a year or so. Live off of the kindness of strangers.
Good luck, Dude.
How can they do that? Were ya'll the only ones booked to fly? What about all those other people?
Jolea rode the bus from Key West to Dallas the last time she came home from there... ya'll could compare notes. Her's are hilarious.
I've heard horror stories about lengthy bus rides. Thank god we managed to find another flight (albeit on a Dash 8 or some damn thing). The flight is about 50 minutes. The bus ride is between 6 and 8 HOURS.
I can't even think of something that I ENJOY enough to do for 6 or 8 hours.
Oh wait, yeah I can.
Jolea was on the bus like 3 days... is was just after KW was hit by Hurricane Wilma and she had to come across the deep South after all the Katrina people were trying to find a place to settle. She could have written a book or screenplay about it. It was so funny to hear the story. It taught her not to rely on Mom for travel funds.....
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