Don't get too excited now, I'm still in Seattle - at the Hilton Hotel - wearing the same clothes I donned 24 hours ago. How did I end up in this predicament you say? Why, let me tell you the tale of how Faith found herself in this ball o' fun.
I sat on the runway last night (in the plane, not on the ground, just to clarify, haha) for about 5 hours as they de-iced the wings over and over again as all the passengers' hopes got lifted and shot down faster than you can say "boo bop panda gumdrop." So they shipped us off like cattle (British Airways is accomodating though, I must say) to the nearby Hilton for the night as our flight was re-scheduled. So it looks like I have free miniature toiletries and will be arriving in Rome 24 hours late. Now how's that for an entrance eh?
So I'm gonna go cash in my free lunch voucher here and then play 6 hours of Gameboy at the terminal yet again, gosh, its like deja vu!
If my next blog isn't from Italy ... there will be hell to pay!
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ohhh man what an adventure! i'm sorry faith! i miss YOU already!! have a safe trip my dear!
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Hah! That really isn't fair.
ReplyDeleteAt least you get free food and a clean bed! :)
hana unnie, fighting! ^^;;
It seemes more like 6 hours when you were texting me. cuz u said goodbye for the first time before 6.
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