
I started the day knowing that I was traveling to Washington D.C. for business, but little did I know that 10 hours later, I would be sitting in an airport bar having a beer in Denver while I wait for a connecting flight. My normal 15 minute drive from La Jolla to the airport saw me sitting on I5 for 45 minutes. I then looked for a parking place for another 25 minutes and ended up walking in to check my bag 12 minutes before departure.
Needles to say, they put me on a later flight and here I sit. Not that I mind, I have never been to Denver and they seem to take U.S. Currency here. When things seem destined to happen a certain way, it makes me wonder if I was put here for a reason?... so far, the trip has been uneventful. Other than making everyone in my row on the plane laugh once, I have said little to anyone. I will let you know if anything ground breaking happpens on the red eye from Denver to D.C..