Yesterday was Da Day From Hell. We headed out at about 1pm from the cottage [NH] to drive to the Boston airport. That part went fine. At the airport, we grabbed a bite to eat and then parted ways, Dan to fly to Cleveland, and me to fly to Greensboro, NC via Philadelphia. I was scheduled to arrive at Greensboro at about 11pm, at which point I was hoping that one of the Atlanta jugglers, most of whom drove up to NC rather than flying, would be able to pick me up at the airport in exchange for some gas money (Dan's parents had said they might be able to do it, for one) and bring me back to Winston-Salem (it's ~25 minutes. There is a shuttle bus, but it stops running at 7pm, and cab fare is $47). That was how it was supposed to go down. The sharp thinking and clever folk will have deduced by this point that it didn't exactly play out that way in reality.

Here is how it actually happened:( Read more... )