Killing time at the Doubletree in Elizabethtown, NJ
A bloggy blog post.
On my way home from Belfast, NWA offered me a bump on the EWR->DTW leg. I had a seat up front, but, as it happened, my ‘travel plans were flexible,’ so I took the vouchers. (One for a north-american round trip and a second one for a hotel room.)
Northwest had a bunch of cancellations on Saturday that caused my flight to end up overbooked.
I’ll be sitting in the back for my replacement flight, but I did get a bulkhead.
The Newark airport isn’t in a terribly grand area, and I was five time-zones of tired, so I just ate dinner and crashed.
[UPDATE: I got bumped on Sunday, too. Now I have two round-trip vouchers!]
Random:
●The immigration agent asked me what I did; after I answered (”I install newspaper software”) he said “do you have to train the software too? Man, I’d hate that.” The dude knew.
●I had a dream last week where Marilyn Manson brought two undressed women to my house. He said they wanted to meet me, and since he knew me he figured he’d bring them over. Odd. Sexy, but odd.
●My $14 can of cigarette tobacco lasted almost the entire two weeks I was in Ireland. I had to buy one pack ($12!) on the last day there. When I landed and got to where we could finally smoke, a woman saw me smoking and asked if I could spare one and I offered to roll her one (I had bought some duty-free rolling tobacco). She looked conflicted, but then I remembered that last pack (of filtered cigs, the only kind you can find easily in Ireland); there were over ten left. I said “wait, you can have these.” Nice moment.