A Meditation on Airports

I got here to Detroit yesterday around 2. Nothing went wrong during the flights, which is a certifiable miracle if you know anything about me... which if you're reading this blog I'm assuming you must. Elissa and I were planning to meet at baggage claim, and then catch the shuttle to our hotel. Well, we played phone tag for about an hour trying to find each other with tactics like "I'll meet you at the top of the escalator", which might have worked... if we had been in the same terminal. She was in the north terminal and I was in the south. These are two miles away from each other. So... communication: check? We spent our lovely time at the Super 8 (which was just as swanky as I thought it would be...) staring at the TV from 4 to 11 pm. It was totally impressive. And then this morning we checked out at 11 and sat at the airport... outside of security. Until 1.45. Now we've gone through security, after meeting Christine purely by happenstance at security. We're sitting here at our gate, just chatting and chilling out. And Connie just showed up! Hooray!! Now I'm really getting super excited... we're almost gone! Three hours. Three. Hours. All I need before we leave is some good fake American food with some real American ketchup. But THREE HOURS! Bye!