having stayed up until 2am last night, i struggled out of bed about 10 minutes before 7:00am. i knew something was bound to wreck; it turned out that the bag i couldn't find was not actually at the office, and my carry-on thus was a paper bag. i put a plastic one around it for extra durability and headed to the airport. somehow it took 50% longer than it should have. by the time i reached the counter, i couldn't check my bags that close to departure and it was time to just cut my losses and retreat. have to say, i felt like i was the usual flake - how many key memories involve stories i heard about a trip i didn't attend - but in this case, it was a little bit out of my control. have to say, it was something of a relief to just head back to work. i was tired, i had a package of cookies and some citrus to last me a day and a half, and i really didn't know if i could make my return flights work.
happy birthda, mj. sorry i'm not out there.
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i'm sorry you missed it. you probably would have enjoyed seeing the bear and watching the hot pink sun set into a cloud and then reappear out the bottom.
That sounds awesome. Yeah, I missed out, I know. Happy birthday!
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