Scratch one date.

[sistawendy]

Saturday: Text the Young Lady in the Bowler to confirm Sunday's date. No response.
Sunday: Zappy, dinner with m'boy, get gussied up in a mad rush, make it to the Mercury on time. She's not there. When texted, she says she's tired.

Screw that. Right in the ear.

Seethed over absinthe with fullcontactmuse, and later over beer with dagard. Happiness is being told by E the Tall Blonde Pool Player that the YLB was missing something.

Happy Thought: This coming Saturday is a date with D, who wished me a happy Mothers' Day. Not quite appropriate, but really sweet.

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[cow.livejournal.com]

I have a tiny carry bag that the laptop fits in--I had intended to keep that with me. I guess we'll see if they let me... :)

[maellenkleth]

No, they won't let you keep it. I don't blame them for that -- there is absolutely no safe place to stow hand-baggage **inside** the cabin, except for a cargo-net arrangement that is only allowed to be used for soft items and (ahem) floaty-plane frieght in cardboard boxes.

Yahh, believe me, I have tried and tried and tried to keep my machine with me, but **everything** goes inside a special compartment in the nearside float of the plane, and they screw the lid down tight and that's that.

Enjoy the very exhilerating ride! It's fun!