|35 hour Christmas
||[Dec. 26th, 2007|12:21 am]
I woke this Christmas morning in a Moscow hotel, had breakfast, got in a cab, and spent 24 hours traveling west, gaining 11 hours, leaving me 3 hours of remaining Christmas in the deserted ghost town of San Francisco. I guess that means I had a 35 hour Christmas.
The planes were, to my disappointment, not empty. That would've been sadderfunnier (word?). But TSA agents with Santa hats was sadfunny enough ("Look, we're trying to be likable!").
I look forward to tomorrow... a day of nothingness. Will be great. (And will be even better if my lost suitcase arrives...)