no, i'm not in New Orleans

[ateolf]

went to the airport...the plane that was coming here from Atlanta to take me to Atlanta, where i would wait another hour to be taken on another plane to New Orleans got turned around for some reason and went back to Atlanta...they didn't really tell the ppl at the airport here until a bit later and the a little-over-an-hour delay put the flight in a position to which it wouldn't be able to make any departing flights from Atlanta in time...thus my flight had to be called off until tomorrow morning at 6:45...i leave and try to call my sister (who dropped me off at the airport) but she wasn't home..."crap!" i thought as she didn't answer her cellphone either...then i called *The Apartment* but no one answered, i left a short message about being stranded at the airport...i then went to the AirTran ppl and rementioned their offer for a hotel stay in Atlanta as one option and told them i just wanted to get home tonight and asked if they could get me a taxi...after a little bit of a while they got me a voucher for a taxi ride...i go out to look for the white-dome-shaped booth thing they mentioned outside, but it wasn't on the first floor...then i walked around, went back to where i came from to go downstairs to see none other than the wonderful Paul having received my brief message on the machine and coming to get me (even though i hadn't quite asked him to get me yet...i guess he just couldn't resist the phrase "stranded at the airport"...) so now, unless i decide to go to the airport between now and when i have to leave and get a taxi ride from Metro Cab for 1 to Germantown, i've got a nice little item to frame...we had fun while Paul re-connected the cables to the battery several times on our trip back...came to the apartment and called my home to leave a message for my sister that i didn't need to be picked up after all and would be here (the apartment, the night) i then joined Paul and Angela in picking Jacques up from work...and here i am now...Paul's just now putting the light here in David's room that burned out when Jacques flipped the switch upon entering a short while ago...David's at work...as you can tell, i'm really bored...ah...light now...Paul's taking me to the airport at 6...he's my current hero...i guess that's all that needs to be said for now...i don't know, the tiredness is running my well dry...or something...bah...