canceled flight...

so it's never a good thing when you get dropped off at the airport and walk up to the ticket counter and the airline attendant tells you that your flight is canceled and you have only a few options:

1) wait until the next available flight on wednesday evening (it was monday evening)
2) find a way to chicago and fly out at 6 a.m. the next morning (from chi - philly - denver... ummm, what?)
3) buy a bus ticket to chicago and then try and get a different flight once i get there (by the way, the bus is full until tomorrow)

turns out i chose option #2. and it ended up being the best canceled flight of my life...

i think i owe #23 (yes, just met him. yes, it was stupid... maybe. but i don't regret a thing. there's just something about him. he's amazing, everything i've always denied that i wanted in a man... what that means... i don't know. more about that at a later time) big time... and i can't stop smiling.

boot was awesome enough to drive me down to fond du lac where #23 met us and drove me back to his house... like i said... stupid? maybe. but i wouldn't change a thing. we talked, went for dinner (in which he insisted on paying - even though i owe him so hardcore), watched jurassic park ;o), cuddled with captain, and didn't sleep at all. it was great... and then he drove me down to chicago early in the a.m. and here i am...

still smiling.

i guess he was right... my luck just may be changing.