Well, my darlings, it seems I'm not the only one who thinks going to the airport the night before a flight is a very clever thing to do. There is a veritable rave going on here - if you replace the derelict warehouse with a coffee shop and the "energy juice" with espresso shots. And the only music we have is the "swoosh swoosh" of the floor waxer. But the sentiment is the same. We are all locked in a huge building with a common goal...to stay up and rock the night away.
They say "rock the night away" at raves, don't they? I'm so kewl.
I really like spending the night here. It's kind of fun. All-night cafe, free internet, big building to wander around in...what's not to love? In fact, if I ever go traveling again, I'm totally putting this on the itinerary. Even if I don't fly.
It's 2AM, which means it's probably 9ish in the States. The added bonus of partying at the airport the night before I come home is that I've already gotten a leg up on my jet lag. I'm one day closer. But please don't expect me to be nice for a week.
Well, it's time for another espresso round. I'm getting sleepy...and bored. I feel like a 12-year-old stuck in a house all day with no video games.
I might post again, I might not. It depends on how loopy I get and whether or not I can get my fingers on the right keys. Also, we might form a scouting party and check out the tunnels. We're convinced that it's where Stephen King's monsters go to retire. This place is freaking spooky when it's empty.
It's SO much fun.
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Friday, July 4, 2008
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