Thursday, March 17, 2011
Happy St Patrick's Day
Luckily for me, my stomach gave out when I was in front of the agent and I puked all over the poor guy's podium. It wasn't an epic "empty the gut" episode, but it was more than enough bile to immediately cause the agent to not want to deal with me. I got passed up to a supervisor who decided I was just a hung over fool and not a threat to security, so he let me through. Remember that these where the days previous to 9/11. I'm sure the terrorists have ruined it for all the hung over fools since.
Unluckily for me, despite the intense discomfort, the embarrassment of looking like a complete and utter jack ass in the Heathrow customs hall and an overall lack of common sense, it would not be for another 12 years before it occurred to me that I might have a problem.
Anyway, I stumbled out of the airport and onto the hotel shuttle bus. I got off at the first hotel, spent way too much money for a room (though I recall breakfast was free) and then passed out hard, causing me to miss my connection. Good times.
I hope everyone has a good day.