*Grumbles*

[vixalicious]

My plane yesterday was retarded.

No, seriously. It was 'en retard' anyway. I got to spend seven and a half lovely hours in the Ottawa airport waiting to get to Newark.

It ended well though - I thought I was going to get stuck in Newark for the night, but luckily the last Delta flight to Atlanta was delayed as well, and I was able to get upgraded. I walked through my front door at 3 am, sans luggage, which hopefully will arrive today.

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[delshaia.livejournal.com]

*pets and hugs*

Poor thing. You have the worst luck on your trips.

I'm sorry, I've been under the weather and haven't replied to your other posts about your trip, but at least your home.

Welcome home.

[vixalicious]

Thanks, love, it has been a rough travel summer for me. I was just reading your journal about not feeling well - I hope you're doing better!

*hugs back*

[yellow-oranges.livejournal.com]

Having seen the Ottawa airport on 7/25, I can tell you that it is only a few months renovated and used to be really 'shabby'. Apparently the Tim Horton's iced cappucino is to die for. Did you get to sample it? Oh, and Harvey's has poutine, which I was eating on the 24th, in an effort to keep from dying.

That is all.

[vixalicious]

What gate did you fly out of? Because I always go out of the same ones, and I suspect that there is more to the airport that I don't get to see.

And what is poutine and what does it keep you from dying from?

[yellow-oranges.livejournal.com]

I flew out of Gate 12, but of course all the good stuff was before you checked in and went through customs.

Poutine is french fries layered with cheese curds and brown gravy and it kept me from Death by Hangover.

[vixalicious]

Ah, I figured there was stuff out there, but I didn't want to have to come back through customs.

And poutine sounds yummy, but I expect it is not on my diet.