Destined for a happy little work jaunt to Greensboro (NC) and Ft Lauderdale, I head off like a happy camper, bright and early, to La Guardia airport. I am beginning to learn in this city that you never believe estimated travelling times on any form of transport. The trip through the backstreets of Little Italy, while entertaining to be following a catholic parade of a saint through the streets, meant it took two hours to get to the airport. I was thankful that Mary did not manifest herself in the crowd, I am sure this would have delayed things further.

The flights were delayed (no! really?!). The Customer Service chickie must have been related to my United Airlines friend … graduates of the School of Bitchiness. The PA systen initially amused me. Three conflicting and competing announcements at once. I understood nothing, but realised they were having problems boarding 5 aircraft at the same gate at the same time. The departure board blew up while I stood there. Chickie actually told a customer to “Piss Off”.

Greensboro airport - I kid you not, they have white wooden rocking chairs throughout the terminal - I looked for the square dancers, alas I found none. I will give Greensboro its dues, this is one fair dinkem friendly town (well they didnt know I was gay, this may have changed the blueberry pie smiles). Seriously, everyone was so friendly it wasnt funny. The taxi-driver was friendly, the hotel-staff were friendly, the shuttle driver was friendly (oh gosh and oh so cute - hmmmm I really shouldnt go down the track of chasing Southern Bois, it would just end in tears), the ticketing agent at the airport was friendly (even when my transfer flight to Charlotte was delayed 3 hours). I did have a great food experience … but thats another story.
The flight to Ft Lauderdale … gay-boi overhead prior to takeoff “Oh sweetie, I would rather chop my left ball off than stay in this Charlotte overnight”. He smiled a lot … my Southern fetish has passed, Florida bois are cute … oh la la.

Now Ft Lauderdale, well, the antithesis of Greensboro - I asked directions 3 times and each time people looked at me and ignored my request. This is one unfriendly town. I mean New York is friendly, so why isn’t Gay Central friendly … go figure. Must say I pined a little when I flew over the beach … reminded me of New Zealand (eeek I hope thats not homesickness already - maybe its the Prozac withdrawal).

So one more day of work to go and back in New York for the weekend. Which then means it only 6 days until I move into my apartment on September 1. I really need to get furniture issue sorted LOL. No really, I found more good stuff last week, but I really have to get it ordered. I know I will be floor sleeping for a bit.

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