I Fucking Hate O'Hare


I Fucking Hate O'Hare, originally uploaded by Corn Dog.

This is where I "slept" last night. Long story short, our flight was delayed out of STL long enough to miss our connection and the later flight to montreal was delayed 3x until it was eventually cancelled.

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Unknown said…
Lovely! you should have told me, maybe you could have shacked up w/ my sister and oliver. hope you're on your way now.
Monday, June 04, 2007
Anonymous said…
Please GOD let the fancy jacket get to Montreal some time today.
Monday, June 04, 2007
Anonymous said…
Oh Damn! That sucks! Just wanted to tell you that I saw you and your husband on 70 yesterday morning on the way to the airport. I was traveling at break neck speed so you were just a dot in my mirror, but I saw you!
Monday, June 04, 2007
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