Let's have some fun this beat is sick

I'm sitting in Peter's room. We closed the deck door to shut out the sounds of Rosecrans. We couldn't hear each other talk - or all the rocking tunes Peter's gotten since we last hung out. Whenever I feel like I'm out of touch with pop culture I talk to Peter.

It took a really long time to get here today. I made it to the airport early. That in itself is a day's worth of accomplishment for me. I was there at 1:53pm. Our flight took off at about 8pm.

I waited for the plane to get to Atlanta. I waited to get a seat on it. I waited at the end of the runway while the plane got hot. I waited back at the gate while the mechanic came on to fix the problem. I waited again at the end of the runway while the plane got hot again. I had a suspicion we were in trouble when we went past the take-off line for the second time. I waited back inside the airport for an hour and a half for another plane. I waited for the new pilots to get all their stuff in order. I waited for ramp congestion. I felt like I was at work. But then I had some wine and remembered I wasn't. Everyone was in good spirits and I had good traveling company. I didn't even get a chance to finish my crossword.

Now I'm on Madrid Street without the jacket or slippers I left in Atlanta this morning. San Diego looks and feels good from here. I'm looking forward to a few days of amusement Peter style.