…I hate Houston…

And no….to anyone from here…not because of the city or anything. It’s because of this frickin’ airport. The George Bush International. Grrrr.

EVERY time I have flown through here on the way home to Cleveland I have been delayed. Every single time. And this time? Yup. Delayed.

Though I have to say, the customs and immigration here is much better than, say, the cluster fuck that is Detroit… There was a huuuuuuuuuuge line for immigration but the line moved quick and I was through in just a tad under 15 minutes. No small feat these days. Then, I found out that here in Houston, they actually LOOK at the tag that says “Priority” on my luggage. By the time I got to the carousel, I saw my luggage already there so I shuffled over to pick it up and to my delight my garment bag was right behind it.

In Newark, I was one of the last to get my luggage… Nice. And in Cleveland? Yeah….they don’t give a damn.

Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuut as it goes, I breeze through customs, I breeze through security and then I get to the gate only to find out it’s been delayed ’till at LEAST 5pm here… *sigh*….. And no first class upgrade because of too many Platinums…like the dude I’m traveling with. Dammit. Soon though…I got gold already….platinum will be soon….

So anyway, here I sit in the President’s Club doing some work and killing time. Hopefully the plane will be coming soon. Where I’m sitting I have a good view of our gate so I should be able to tell when it arrives. Soon. I hope…..

And GODDAMMIT..Japan lost to Brazil 4 to 1. They sent in the first strings….for godsakes. Did they really need to send Ronaldo in for this game? Noooo. *sigh*…that sucks…we had such high potential….

Ah well. Time to finish off my black russian and chill. One thing nice about the President’s Club? Free booze. Mmmmmmmmmm….