Mine? A category five hurricane blew my hotel away. Literally all of it. It was a “back to nature” type place filled with huts right on the water. I was told people were finding pieces of it miles and miles away.
I spent the night and next day crammed into an arena with thousands of other people, many of whom had snuck in illicit alcoholic beverages. They proceeded to get drunk, argue and puke.
To top it all off, I was bumped off the flight home. And then when I finally did get on a flight, after much arguing and attempts at flirting in a foreign language (which actually worked...), I nearly got into a fist fight with this spidery looking woman who tried to get in line in front of me.
At least I didn't get sick. Or arrested. Because I used words with that woman that were so horrible and dirty that I’d only heard them in Scottish bars.
2007-01-19
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