Our flight home from JFK was scheduled to leave New York at 7 PM. That's about the time we first got on the plane. Then we sat. And waited. And waited some more. 5 hours, a billion runway changes, and one thunderstorm later; we finally took off for Minneapolis. What was supposed to be a 3 hour tour, turned into an 8 hour confinement with exhaust-filled air and no possibility of sneaking away for a cigarette. Ugh.
But hey, we made it back. No pictures or anything this time, because I took not a one. But I did have a great time. Thanks to Cupcake and Lexi for entertaining us.
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That sounds awful. I bet the subway with its mysteriously empty cars and its dance-off thugs was looking pretty good.
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