Back From Con

ahh...and we're back. And I've apperantly left my cell phone charger in the hotel room. It could be in the Luggage of Doom, wedged between my corset, platform boots and hoop skirt, but I haven't found it.

I spent a lot of time in the Atlanta airport Monday. We had to take Marta there, so we left to catch the train at 3:45ish for a 7:10 flight. The trip which took a little over an hour the first time took jsut about 25 minutes back. So we had a lot of time to kill.

We went to eat.

We had been surviving on squished sandwiches, carrot sticks, diet coke and booze for a few days, and I was looking forward to a sit down, hot meal. Silly me.

Why can I not find hot food at the airport? Chili's had a mini restaurant there, a place to sit and chill, but the place was cramped and the menu was ridiculously abbreviated. The waitress was swamped, the food was cold. What's the point is slapping a chain brand sit down restaurant in the middle of a terminal if you're going to serve the same lukewarm crap you're going to get at the stand? If I have time to make the descision to wait in line to sit down and eat, I have the time to sit and wait for a plate of warm pasta. I'm making the descision to not have a turkey sandwich or a mediocre burger. I can get those elsewhere, cheaper and faster. Ach! Don't water down your brand! If i'm being loyal to you, don't dissapoint me!