The (allegedly) Friendly Skies

The Place: My darkened room, New Jersey

The Time: March 27th, 3:22am

The Scene:  I'm slumbering peacefully when I am suddenly awakened by the dulcet tones of Ciara's "Like A Boy."  Yes, that is the ringtone on my phone.  I grab my phone, looking at the screen in confusion.  Why is an 800 number calling me at 3 in the morning?  Obviously, I'm not going to pick up.  And then, a sudden realization.

It's the airline calling.

I was supposed to be on a 12:15pm flight out of Newark Liberty International Airport.  I was supposed to be back in my apartment at around 3pm Central Time.  I was supposed to have time to go grocery shopping.  Instead, this middle of the night phone call informed me that my flight was canceled and I had been re-booked on a flight leaving at 6:10pm.

FROM LAGUARDIA.

I'll spare you the gory details, but suffice it to say that there is no remotely convenient way to reach LaGuardia from my home.  When I finally arrived at my apartment at nine-thirty at night, I was tired and I was hungry.  Thankfully, I had a single frozen fillet of salmon remaining, as well as some orzo and frozen peas, which turned into this:

Yum.  The salmon may not look that appetizing, but it tastes absolutely phenomenal.  I used Pike Place Fish Market's Our Own Rub spice blend, and it is absurdly delicious.  All this delicious eating and the trials of the day led to this:

Tired Harris.  So I called it a night.  Friendly skies?  Friendly bed.