Delays at O'Hare

Our flight to Newark is delayed--apparently the storms we had last night made their way to the east coast and are screwing up air traffic there. We are gambling we'll make the connection, but it could be a big night in the Jersey casinos tonight if not.

the bus trip was epic. Ethel started things off proper with special trip shirts, so we look like a green glob moving through the airport. The Hop treated us to an open bar and the bus down to O'Hare was a hoot.

Now we wait and find out about various different personalities. I'm optimistic, of course, but if we don't make the connection we'll still have fun. Ament is apoplectic and wants to see how we can move 20 people to a different flight. The Cheese is rolling with it; Billy T is getting up in the airline workers' faces; Jeremy is hammered and doing just fine; Ethel has passed out from all the champagne on the way down.

Its 4;50pm and our 5:00pm flight is not leaving now. we're at the bar and having a 7-person $40 round. Jeremy even paid some.

The airline worships us because we are 1/6 of a plane anywhere. The first time high fuel prices helped anybody.

No big whoop; we are a mobile party that can't be stopped. If we become sober, the terrorists have already won.