More on that in a bit, but first off let me say that this blog post is brought to you by the wonderful people at android and the free wifi from the beautiful hotel, hotel montecriso tphat we are staying in. ok and also for some reason the caps key on my phone isnt working so i appologize for the lack of caps. so yesterday began with me arriving at reagan national airport and realizing that what i thought was my flight to miami was leaving at three fifty nine, not four fifty nine. next thing you know im walking through the airport as a quick pace, not to the point that i look like a moron but i am too afraid to ask what time the flight is leaving at. then i get to the terminal...well it turns out it was four fifty nine so i was on time. the beautiful people at spirit airlines though made us change gates though three times in a span of ten minutes, which was like a rat race of people running from gate to gate. personally i knew my assigned seat was eighteen f, it wasnt going anywhere so why did i care? Ok just figured out how to capatilize, so from here on out coment on my shity grammar if any occurs.
The plane was a...special mix of people. Everyone was mainly Latino or coming from AIPAC conference in DC...and then I realized I was flying to Ft. Lauderdale/Miami Intl, explains everything. The airport didnt have the greatest decor. One of the main problems was that there was absolutely nothing good to eat. I enjoyed a Nathans quarter pounder. But let me backtrack a moment to the flight. No one seemed to know anything about flying. For example, we live in a post 911 world America. You cant just walk up to the bathroom and form a line of about 10 people, also you cant go to the bathroom once the fasten seatbelt signs are on. Then once we landed some guy just had to get up asap and take out his luggage which led to the steward yelling at him.
Now flash forward back to Ft. Lauderdale during my four hour layover. Then while eating my burger these two girls started yelling at the bar because they wanted the local fix station not CNN. The bartender thought they meant Fox News and they said no. Well they took offense and even though they didnt want Fox News they started bitching that they wanted that now just for spite. The airport has an agreement though to play CNN, like most do. My little stud of a brother got the gold medal for being first in his class for 9th grade, so ill let him have his moment. Then Aunt Vicky just had to call me and go off on Kirstie Alley, who she thought one dancing with the stars. It was almost worse than the Boykos are in code red post from Shagged Abroad London. "OMG...no she didnt win...no...she looked like a beached whale...and omg when she worse that black top and pulled off her skirt she was in tights. Those thighs looked huge and she looked like something out of Stargate SG1 (or whatever thats called)." After that 5 minute rant she realized she didnt win and everything was right in the world.
The flight to San Pedro Sula was a bit delayed because some Olga bitch never showed up and spirit waits for people to show up. Then to ad insult to injury, they had to remove her bag. This took over an hour. Thank god I had the chick next to me to chat with, but sadly she fell asleep. After the hour delay we were off to Honduras and thats where the fun (and the blog post tomorrow) begins.
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