After work tonight, I drove Amanda to LAX - the airport was mostly empty, and her check-in took all of five minutes. So we just sat on a bench for an hour and talked / cuddled until she walked through security.

Then as I was half-way up the 405; I got a phone call from her saying that they had over booked the flight by 50 people and she had been pushed back until 6 in the morning... mind you, it's 12:30 at this point. But first she has to make a 1-800-phone-call to check on how this will affect her layover in Dallas.

I turn around and begin to head back to pick her up... then a mile away from the airport I call again to see how things went on the phone and she tells me she just found out the lady who told her she didn't have a seat was wrong - and that she was about to board the plane.

But it wasn't a big deal because a) there was a very interesting interview on NPR, which I might have missed the end of it had I drove straight home, and b) this meant I didn't have to wake up at 5 in the morning drive to LAX again... for a third time.


So at this moment she is probably somewhere above Arizona. I hope she is sleeping peacefully... is it pathetic that I miss her already? Never mind, that's a rhetorical question - I know the answer.