It's never a good omen when you're getting ready to fly out, and you look over at the TV weather and notice big red boxes outlining the area you're planning on flying into later that evening.
Looks like no one is flying from O'Hare to Dallas tonight. The next available flight would put me down there at 6:30pm, after a stop in Toronto (who the f*ck comes up with these flight plans anyway?) about an hour after we were supposed to be finished shooting.
So now I am sitting here in my bathrobe, caught in mid-packing. I wear a confused and amusing expression on my face, awaiting instructions from the home office.
Maybe I'll look up alligator stories while I wait. Lulu just sent me a good one from right here in Chicago. Of course the apologists in the pro-gator media covered the whole thing up.
Added 4:25 PM: I shouldn't have made that crack about flying to Dallas via Toronto. I am now scheduled to fly to Dallas via Richmond, Virginia. Oh well. Maybe I'll see some crazy Virginians driving around naked as they're prone to do. Anyone have any good ideas on how to spend a 3-hour layover in the capital of the Confederacy?