4AM!!! - we didn't turn off Fallon until after 11...I blame Thank you notes, and his first guest, Morgan Freeman. So, yeah, 4.5 hours later, after tossing, turning, and waking up about every 45 minutes or so, I stood in the shower and prayed to the Uber and airplane gods that we'd get off without a problem.
The Uber driver swore that American Airlines was on the east side of the Denver Airport...it's on the west - according to me AND THAT HUGE FUCKING SIGN THAT TELLS YOU SO AS YOU DRIVE TOWARD THE TERMINAL.
Our flight was about an hour late due to a microswitch malfunction. Microswitch??? Something called microswitch shouldn't delay a plane full of people for an hour. They should call it the YOU'RE GOING TO FUCKING DIE IF YOU TAKE OFF WHILE THIS SWITCH BLINKS RED IN THE COCKPIT. Our Captain, Captain Jazz (I'm not kidding), didn't seem too worried. I guess I'm easily calmed by a man in uniform who can tell me with a straight face that that's his name.
Anyway, because of the delay, the flight crew kindly asked everyone who did not have a connection to please stay seated so that the "runners" could get out quickly and hopefully make their flights. Of course, everyone in the back of the plane came down with sudden onset I have a tight connection disease. We were seated in the first row, and were very nearly the last ones off the plane. Hey! middle seat, row 27, that fake look of desperation is not fooling me...
Finally in the taxi, our driver was unfamiliar with our hotel. It's a Marriott. On South Beach. How can you not know where it is. NO TIP FOR YOU MOSES, SINCE I HAD TO GOOGLE MAPS IT FOR YOU!!
Mama needs a beer. Fortunately, just down the block from our hotel we found plenty of choices.
My plan is to hit the beach early tomorrow and head to the ship about 1 pm.
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