wisconsin, smell the dairy air!

big up to my mom for providing this post's title, she found it on a shirt at target.

yes, back in fabulous hartford, wisconsin for yet another fabulous press check. couldn't be bothered to write anything at the airport as i was fully engrossed in syphon filter: dark mirror. the lady next to me on the way to ORD had a psp and her daughter had a nintendo ds. row 14 was gamer central, we held it down for the whole dang plane!

the next flight got cancelled and they never explained why... it was pretty rad, the screen that shows what flight is departing at the gate suddenly switched to something weird like roanoke and everyone was atwitter with consternation, so i went to the departure board out in the hall and discovered our flight was CANCELLED. i returned to double-check this with the gate agent who was engaged in hushed, frantic phone calls trying to sort things out. i mentioned to a few fellow travellers in my vicinity that the board said we were cancelled and one gentleman made that "don't listen to this f*@#ing idiot" face, shook his head and declared, "no, no way. they can't cancel milwaukee. pfff!" he said it, like, five times as if repetition enforced reality... anyway, it was shortly thereafter officially announced cancelled on the p.a. and we were told to go to customer service at F2, but everyone else went to the gate instead of the huge desk labeled CUSTOMER SERVICE, so i was first in line and got an aisle seat on the next flight. take that, invincible flights to milwaukee guy!

in closing, drunk people talking loudly about their 20-year high school reunion creep everyone around them out.