Tuesday, November 22, 2005

The bain of this existance

For all of you out there who enjoys reading about my traveling disasters and mock my rotten luck with the flying, here is the start to a story that has yet to come to its completion.

Tomorrow several teachers and I intend to hop a plane to the big city of Anchorage. There we will go to the movie theatre, shop in real stores, and eat in real restaurants.
And, of course, drink beer.
Lots of beer.

If you are confused about why “beer” gets two lines, allow me to explain.
This area is dry for 400 miles and, though I am not much of a drinker, I miss the beer.

Our travel plans have us landing in Bethel around 3:45 tomorrow afternoon and after a few hours of Bethel related fun, boarding the 8:00 pm flight to Anchorage. Making it in with enough time to see the 10:30 showing of Harry Potter 4 at the theatre.

The plans fit together perfectly, like a jigsaw puzzle.

Right?
Wrong.

The news of a problem with the runway lights came to us this morning.
It seems that the runway lights in Bethel are not working and will have to be fixed before Alaska Airlines can fly out at night.

They may have to cancel all evening flights.
For the next 4 days.

Now we sit on pins and needles, hoping against hope that the problem is rectified and our journey to reality is made possible.

I guess we’ll know soon…

Cross your fingers.

Comments:
Don't worry, don't worry. the goat-sacrificing I called for apparently worked.

We're gonna drink...

BEER!

The good stuff. Not crap. And CERTAINLY not Jim Beam out of a plastic bottle. Not that we'd do that.
 
beam in plastic bottles with no mixers or chasers at a party where someone was glad they didn't get knifed?

doesn't sound familiar. we would never do something like that.
 
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