Sloshed at the airport

It never fails, my flight is delayed. Luckily, I prepared for the worst and had two double Kettle One screw drivers and some chicken tapas. I was dancing to Helen Kane but a soccer mom has 4 kids and a stroller next to me and it is killing my groove with her shrieking.

I decided it best to check some email. So now I am in the bar listening to a rockabilly girl describe in great detail how some guy tried to strangle and rape her. She is practically screaming across the restaurant. The airport is strange place.

I am gonna go check out the book store.