JFK International Airport
I took Jet Blue's first flight out this morning. The sky was pretty at 6:30 in the morning. I left my apartment in the middle of the night, journeyed down to JFK, and was highly disappointed to discover that I was unable to get a cheeseburger before my flight. The food places at the airport were only serving breakfast. What the fuck kind of shit is that? This is supposed to be New York, right? I'm supposed to be able to get anything I want, anytime I want. It was six in the morning and I wanted a cheeseburger and I couldn't get one. Fucking BS, man. Had to settle for a crappy ass slice of pizza because I'm sick of eggs in the morning.
I got up at four in the morning and got on a plane so I could spend 44 hours in New Orleans. Nobody knows I'm here. I'm not going to tell them, either. By the time they read this and figure it out, I'll be gone. I had no real reason to come down. Just bored. Had a couple of days off, missed my Sweetheart and decided to sneak away. It's a routine by now. Getting on a plane and coming down here is no different to me than getting on the subway and going to work. I could get to the Jet Blue terminal in my sleep. I almost did this morning, I didn't truly wake up until I started getting pissed off about the cheeseburger thing.
I hate to write and run, but I'm down to 36 hours now. I didn't come down here to sit in a coffee shop. I'm really not exactly sure what I DID come down here to do, (get laid) but sitting in a coffee shop definitely isn't it. Until tomorrow...