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Well, here I am…

I’m sitting at the Daily Grill at LAX. Sandy, my waiter was nice enough to mix me up a cherry cola as they don’t have any here. I really shouldn’t be drinking a second one but I figure what the hell? It’s not like I can buy it when I get home. (I could just buy some cherry flavoured syrup and some coke but I bet it doesn’t taste the same.)

Just to prove I wasn’t making things up…

There. A fish being thrown.

It feels strange to be here already. The trip has gone by so quickly. It feels like it should just be starting when it’s over already. So much planning goes into something like this and it’s over in the blink of eye. But I’m so glad I did it. It’s been worth the debt, the hassle, the constant explaining that yes, I’m going back again even though I was just there. It’s worth the aches, pains and bruises (I’ve got a fantastic one on the inside of my left arm). I’ve loved it, every second of it even including the ridiculous amount of time I spent in Barry’s line and I hate queuing. I’d do it all again in a heartbeat.

I think is what traveling overseas should be all about. I’ve had a brilliant time, got to hang out with fabulous people and experienced some more of the world. I’ve expanded my art collection and my horizons.

The best thing is that I got to spend time with some of my favourite people in the world. It makes me wish I wasn’t so far away but I suppose that’s what makes it special. We don’t have the opportunity to get sick of each other. We get together and it’s great. It’s funny, I’m such an anti-social person these days but these guys make me want to get out of my safe little shell. I just know I can trust them and I think that’s a rare thing to find. It doesn’t matter how far apart we all are, they’re my peeps. They’ve expanded my world and I’ll always be grateful to them for that.

Anyhoo…. two final photos before I disappear for a day.

It’s a real, proper snow covered mountain range.


The wing-tip of a Virgin America A320.

And the word is: GAH!!

I missed my flight from Baltimore to Los Angeles.

Sigh.

I ended up at the wrong desk and by the time I got to the right one it was too late, I’d missed the check-in. Guess who totally freaked out and had a mini meltdown? Right when my dad decided to call to see how I was going. A very nice man at another counter talked to me very calmly (I got the distinct impression he’d talked down quite a few passengers) and put me on the next available flight. Which included a two hour stop over at Denver Airport, which I must admit has a pretty spectacular main hall. I deliberately booked direct flights but now I think that was probably a bad idea. At least this way I got to walk around and wasn’t stuck on a plan for five solid hours.

Okay, so it was really my fault for not being more careful when booking my flights and really combing over the fine details but the majority of the people on the counters were so extraordinarily rude to me. I’ve been sick the last few days so my voice is totally screwed and they would’ve heard my accent which would’ve marked me out as an ill foreigner but not one person at the check-in desk helped me. I was really shocked at how rude they were after all the fantastic people I’ve met on my trip.

But then again I must remember what Shadow is told in American Gods: Don’t mess with the check-in staff.

Right now I’m in the relative safety of a hotel room at the Four Points by Sheraton right near LAX. The room rate was pleasantly cheap for a decent hotel and I’ve ordered room service for the first time in my life. I’m gonna lounge around in my jim-jams, eat something when it arrives and try to unwind after what was a fairly traumatic morning. I may even try to get some sleep – operating on about an hour and a half at the moment. However, it’s all part of my dastardly plan to get some sleep on the plane – wait until I’m so totally exhausted I can’t function and lapse into a coma when my butt hits the seat.

But I made it!

The con was brilliant and I have loads of goodies. I blew just about all my money, which was the point wasn’t it? I’ve been writing about my trip on my laptop’s text editor because I didn’t sort out the internet in the room in Baltimore until last night but I decided I’d rather spend my last few hours with my friends than hang out in a hotel room on my own.