In Transit... sort of

I'm sitting at the MSP airport, waiting to board a flight to go home to India today. All signs look good, but yesterday was a bit of a trainwreck, so I'm not really sure what is going to happen... We'll see soon enough...

I've basically been in transit for the last few weeks, so I'm actually pretty hopeful that I will make it home. You know, it would be nice to wear something different for a change.

My adventures started three weeks ago in Paris. I took a long layover to see the city and hang out with a friend for a few days. It was fantastic. Paris is truly nothing short of fantastic. Charming city streets, amazing museums everywhere you look, good food and drink, and good looking well dressed people as far as the eye can see. This is my third trip to Paris, and even so I'm already thinking about going back again.

From Paris, I traveled on to MSP for a few weeks of working at the mothership. It's always nice to get back to the big bad HQ and see how things work in the big league. My trip, from a work perspective, was fairly uneventful. Though, I did get some additional information on my expected new job when my Indian odyssey ends. It was helpful to get the additional info. I'm still not sure that I really want to move back to MSP, but for now it is definitely Plan A.

My only weekend in the states was spent hanging out in NYC with my god daughter (and her family). I'm happy to report that my god daughter remains impossibly cute.

And then this weekend was spent trying to leave MSP. You may not have heard, but there was a freak show blizzard yesterday. I was worried that my flight would get canceled. But every time I checked, it was still on. So, I tried leaving the hotel to get to the airport. Turns out cab service wasn't available, which should have been a sign to me. But it wasn't. Yes, I know that makes me stupid. Anyway, I wound up bumming a ride to the airport with a college student. The combination of his driving and the HUGE number of accidents on the road nearly caused me to vomit. And then once I got to the airport, I discovered that all flights had been canceled. Yes, that's right... The Delta jerks canceled my flight in the one hour window between when I left the hotel and when I got to the airport. So then I took the train back downtown, because it was literally the only form of transportation left working. Except it stopped working six blocks from my stop, so I dragged my luggage through the snow drifts to the new hotel. Once my stroke passed, I took a nap, woke up, got drunk, and went to sleep again. Huzzah!

And that brings me to today. My flight still hasn't been called, but I'm going to mosey over to the gate anyway in the hope that positive thinking will help my odds. Wish me luck!