And so I'm off to Denver.

But first I had errands Seattle-side, so I had to get up early for the drive over. Which wasn't easy, because I could not get any sleep last night. No idea why. Can't even blame it on the cats, because they were fast asleep at the foot of the bed.

I finally got up at 5:30am because I was tired of staring at the ceiling... giving me plenty of time to shower, pack, and head out the door at 7am.

Drive. Errands. Falafel Lunch.

And then... then, as I'm headed to the airport, I get the alert that my flight has been delayed. Then another alert. Then another alert.

Rather than sit at the airport for two hours, I head to the giant new IKEA that's nearby. They made it huge. But it's still crowded and the parking still sucks. Hopefully they are putting new and improved parking in the space that the old IKEA used to be (one it's been torn down).

As I get yet another alert, I notice that with each new email Delta lists the revised original departure time as the previous revised departure time, which is kind of hysterical...

Do people actually fall for this?

Anyway...

Finally I just go to the airport for lack of anything better to do.

Once our delayed, delayed, delayed flight has boarded, there's some kind of problem with the service jetway, so we can't leave.

Once that's been handled, we still can't leave.

Because the TSA thinks there's two more babies onboard than there actually are. Which has the flight attendants literally walking the aisles looking for "hidden babies." I shit you not.

But eventually we're off... hidden babies and all... though my plans of having dinner in Denver have been destroyed.

Oh well. Off to the hotel it is then.

And so...

I go to the check-in desk only to find a male employee talking about setting up a blog (on Blogger!) with one guest... and a female employee looking at hairstyles with another guest on her mobile phone. The female employee finally says "Are you trying to check in?" and starts handling it... ALL WHILE CONTINUING TO DISCUSS HAIRSTYLES WITH THE OTHER GUEST! The only words she says to me are "Do you want me to go get you a couple bottles of water?" and "Here's your key" and "The wifi login is your last name and your room number." AND THAT'S IT! She barely even looked at me... then immediately hopped around the counter to play with the guest's hair to show her how she could get the style she wanted.

Now that's service! Not for me, of course, but for the lady wanting a new hairstyle and the guy wanting to set up a blog.

Hopefully I sleep better tonight than I did last night.