Abigail M. Schilling

I cannot remember the last time I had a flight delayed. It has to have been at least five years. One time the airport said I didn't have a ticket (number one cause of melt down, followed closely by any conversation with a "customer" "service" personnel regarding any kind of bill) but that's the closest I've come to not getting to my destination on time. I think I've had this success because I notoriously take 6 am flights and cross-country commuter flights that are so regular that clocks set their time by them. That's how the saying goes, right?

Of course, today my streak was broken. I'm at Long Beach Airport waiting for my plane to arrive so it can take me away. It's been 30 minutes since we were originally supposed to depart. They thing it will be another 75 til we actually do. The flight itself is only 60 minutes. I COULD WALK THERE FASTER.

I'm heading to Monterey for a Business Cat Convention. I'm very nervous because I don't know anybody (my friends: "Abigail, you're a friendly person. Chill the fuck out.") and I feel like a poser (my friends: "Abigail, you got invited to this convention BECAUSE you're a poser. That's the point."). I'll be getting wined and dined and on Wednesday I get to do something REALLY COOL. Please handle your suspense accordingly.

Stay tuned for pictures and reviews ("reviews") of exciting sights and sounds of Monterey, California. You know, once I actually get there.