Hunk
Apr 13th, 2003, 08:58:59 PM
3 AM, I hop in the car and start the 1.5 hour car ride down to O'Hare Airport. The Mission--to catch a glimpse of the ellusive Holly, armed only with a flight number and a homemade cardboard sign.
So I get there on time, surprising even myself, but then I ran into a snag. It's been about 6 years since I've been in an airport, and I didn't realize how things had changed. Apparently, if you don't have a ticket, you can take approximately 2 steps through the front doors before you get to the security gate, where you're informed you've gone as far as you can. Never one to give up, I just stopped the nearest official looking person and inquired as to where arriving people might come through. He pointed out at least 6 possible places.
Great.
So, I decided on the lower concourse, by the baggage claim, where the traffic seemed a little heavier and I had a clear view of the only entrance.
After about a half hour, I accepted I was wrong. Making my way upstairs, I rounded the corner and found...her! In the interest of space, I'll summerize my findings in the following diagram:
http://edheldil.homestead.com/files/Hollydiagram.jpg
Unfortunatelly, she was just there on a layover, and had to take off again, but it was fun while it lasted. So now I can say I've met Holly and am therefore better than all of you. Ha ha!
Prologue:
On my way home, I missed my exit and, when I got off to turn around, I found myself in Mexico. At least that's where I think I was. Everything was in Spanish. ANyway, I ducked into a convinience store to grab something to eat and found bimbos! Racks and racks of bimbos!
Bimbo (http://edheldil.homestead.com/files/Holly_005.jpg)
This stuff is really good. I'm not sure what kind of chemicals and preservatives they put in it, but it was the best pound cake I've ever had.
So I get there on time, surprising even myself, but then I ran into a snag. It's been about 6 years since I've been in an airport, and I didn't realize how things had changed. Apparently, if you don't have a ticket, you can take approximately 2 steps through the front doors before you get to the security gate, where you're informed you've gone as far as you can. Never one to give up, I just stopped the nearest official looking person and inquired as to where arriving people might come through. He pointed out at least 6 possible places.
Great.
So, I decided on the lower concourse, by the baggage claim, where the traffic seemed a little heavier and I had a clear view of the only entrance.
After about a half hour, I accepted I was wrong. Making my way upstairs, I rounded the corner and found...her! In the interest of space, I'll summerize my findings in the following diagram:
http://edheldil.homestead.com/files/Hollydiagram.jpg
Unfortunatelly, she was just there on a layover, and had to take off again, but it was fun while it lasted. So now I can say I've met Holly and am therefore better than all of you. Ha ha!
Prologue:
On my way home, I missed my exit and, when I got off to turn around, I found myself in Mexico. At least that's where I think I was. Everything was in Spanish. ANyway, I ducked into a convinience store to grab something to eat and found bimbos! Racks and racks of bimbos!
Bimbo (http://edheldil.homestead.com/files/Holly_005.jpg)
This stuff is really good. I'm not sure what kind of chemicals and preservatives they put in it, but it was the best pound cake I've ever had.