  So much for Texas. I almost made it to Dallas tonight, but unfortunately weather and air traffic conspired against my trip. I read most of a novel (Nobody's Fool by Richard Russo if you're keeping tabs) and ate the worst food ever.
The lettuce on my club sandwich from TGIFridays was so rotten I had to WIPE it off my nasty meats. I couldn't pick it off. It was that far gone. Once more proving valid my long time stance against A) Chain Restaurants and B) Airport food in general. Combining the two proved too horrible for consumption. I will boycott Fridays on principle for the rest of my days.
If I would have waited longer at the gate I could have flown to Atlanta, gotten drunk there, and flown home in the morning, but the merits of such a trip would be neglible compared to the amount of explaining and make up work that would result. I think my estrogen level is up. Men have estrogen levels you know. Just like women have testosterone. It's just in smaller amounts. I've been having a "fat" day all day. I ordered a soup & 1/2 turkey club for dinner.
And I didn't even drink any beer at the airport bar. I was pleasant to airport employees and made small talk with old ladies. I called people who might want to hear from me. Do you see the equation? Being a reasonable, responsible person=High Estrogen Levels. I'm not saying women are smarter than men. They just make better decisions. If I would have ordered a burger, 10 Sam Adams, and bitched the whole way to Georgia, where would I be now?
Probably in a bar, alone, singing Karaoke to the 45 year old bartender who's hints to get me to leave aren't working. That's where I'd be, an enchanted evening for sure. Instead I decided that my purse was too heavy to go drinking in the deep south on a school night. That estrogen doesn't give you any sense of adventure. Hunter S. Thompson would not be proud. 
