I rushed out to catch the 4 pm flight. The 130 had been canceled so they would not let me on the 4. Next flight 830. Sigh.
Anyone who was not a fucking idiot would have kept his car and driven to a movie theatre. I gave up the car so I am stuck here for 5 hours. Two down three to go. Been to terminal b and c so far. Guess I will go to a next.
I have concluded that 2 percent of female travelers at the airport are above a 15 on the HM facebook scale (which goes to 30). I guess all the good looking women don't have jobs.
Now sitting in the food court having a Diet Coke. Woman next to me is 55. Probably 12 on facebook scale so she is a hottie based upon the grading curve.
I guess I need to get up and go to Terminal A to explorE but boy.
As you can tell. I have been drinking. So if you hear of an inebriated man being mugged and killed for 111 dollars at DIA then there won't be any more blogging or any more HM. A woman just shot down who is probably 7-7-7 on face body doability. Do things are looking up!
My phone is at 25 percent power and I have only a car charger - so unless I cam convince someone to give me a ride my phone will be dead by 615.
Goodbye for now. RIP Liz Taylor.