On the way to the east coast for the great pagan celebration of Toy Fair (that's pronounced 'toy fair' for all of you undereducated religiously-conservative types who aren't in touch with your history).
Apparently, the Newark airport is closed, or something, due to wind. Yes, I'm going to New York which is NOT pronounced Newark no matter who you are, but Alaska Airlines doesn't actually fly to JFK. So into the shittacular Newark Airport we go. Or, in my present case, we don't go.
Fortunately, due to travel arrangements, I was meeting a friend of the family here for my scheduled layover who has a membership to the Boardroom so I can sit at a desk with my computer and drink coffee. Which is currently lapsing into making calls for my freelance job despite my total sleep deprivation.
Toy people are good people.
(And just for the record Toy Fair is not actually a great pagan celebration. It's just the nation's largest industry trade show for toys, which while that's pretty awesome by itself, I think it would be more awesome if there were a bonfire or something. Maybe some naked dancing. Maybe not.)
Apparently, the Newark airport is closed, or something, due to wind. Yes, I'm going to New York which is NOT pronounced Newark no matter who you are, but Alaska Airlines doesn't actually fly to JFK. So into the shittacular Newark Airport we go. Or, in my present case, we don't go.
Fortunately, due to travel arrangements, I was meeting a friend of the family here for my scheduled layover who has a membership to the Boardroom so I can sit at a desk with my computer and drink coffee. Which is currently lapsing into making calls for my freelance job despite my total sleep deprivation.
Toy people are good people.
(And just for the record Toy Fair is not actually a great pagan celebration. It's just the nation's largest industry trade show for toys, which while that's pretty awesome by itself, I think it would be more awesome if there were a bonfire or something. Maybe some naked dancing. Maybe not.)