The flight attendant said, “Hey look, it’s snowing.” And sure enough it was snowing, which is somehow more alarming at cruising altitude than on the ground.
I think we rode the queer-express Midway to Denver. One attendant talked about buying a pair of boots that are otherwise identical to shoes he already owns that are not boots, and which he shines every night, and another, in addition to participating in a conversation about accessorizing, had one hell of a runway strut.
I had peanuts and wheat thins for dinner; my hotel has free internet, but $4 bottles of water, and I think I’m getting a cold. That’s about the state of things.
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