Drunk in Cleveland before noon

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Okay, fine. I’m not drunk. But I am more than a little buzzed thanks to the pint I ordered to look cool and steal wi-fi combined with almost zero sleep after waking at 3:30am to get myself together and to the airport in time for my flight to Denver.

In about fifteen minutes, I would be landing in Beardland, USA. But due to no one being able to find a way to tow our plane to the gate… I am not. I’m sitting in Cleveland looking at a guy with a moustache and a pot belly eating french fries. He’s on his second order. He seems nice.

I can’t even complain, really. Other than not being at my destination until some time this evening instead… I did get $8 to spend on lunch. And I did get to enjoy Jump Around by House of Pain on the bar radio. Now it’s Walking on Broken Glass by Annie Lennox.

I am already so groggy and tired that I plan to just hop in Joshy’s arms and make him carry me to his car. I hope he parked close to the terminal. And now I’m giggling out loud. I do not even care.

Okay, bye.