Finally finished packing and threw my luggage in the car. Picked up sister and headed to SFO. 2 hours later, I’m through security and at my gate. I’m #15 on the waiting list but I’m feeling optimistic. I go have a bit to eat and a beer to calm my adreniline. I head back to the gate and something is wrong. A flight was canceled to chicago and now all those people are on this plane. Shit.
I held out hope to the end. No go today.
Sunday is my next bet.
Boo.
I already said my good byes. What am I going to do with myself for 3 days. ughhhh….
I waited for my luggage only to find out it would be another 3 hours. Screw this. I texted Esther and Lisa. I’m going to leave my luggage here and try again tomorrow. I’ll stay in SF for the night so I don’t have to do the drive again.
I go to Esther’s and just mentally checked out. Restless beast rears his head and I have to walk. I grab my laptop and head down davisidero to look for that hipster coffee placed I had spotted before. Turns out there is an art walk tonight and everyone around me is in the spirit. I stop by a shop I love and they have freebies and tecate for everyone. I’m feeling it now too and I buy myself some bi-rite sundae that rocked my world. I’m still itching to find a place for me and my laptop so I grab some sustanance to go and head back to the house. Esther pops in soon enough and we are drinking wine, eating my purchased goodies and giggling the night away.
Soo much better.
I go to bed ready to try again, but also content with whatever may happen.
