An adventurer is me
So I was supposed to fly back to Austin today. From the east coast. If you have been paying attention to the weather at all, you are probably rolling on the floor with laughter at this point.

Oh, but it gets funnier. I was visiting with a friend in DC before my flight, but didn't realize how long it was going to take to get to the airport. A mad dash ensued. I puffed up to the check-in about 45 minutes before the flight was scheduled to leave, figuring I had cut it close but all would be well.

"Where are you headed?" The desk attendant asked.

"Austin, ultimately," saith I.

"Not tonight you're not."

"Er?"

[insert grumpy noises from him, helpless squeaking noises from me]

"The best I can do is get you to Chicago tonight, put you up in a hotel, and get you on the first flight to Austin in the morning."

I've always meant to take advantage of one of those situations (besides which, schlepping back to DC was not going to make things any less chaotic), so I said sure, why not.

I do wish I'd had a bit of advance warning, or been less exhausted, or didn't have to leave at ass o'clock in the morning (assuming the flight actually takes off as scheduled) since there are quite a few Chicago peeps I would like to see and I need to pay the city a proper visit someday anyway. But, alas, I am tired and it's late and bleh. So. Some other time.