I hate Newark

Still on the ground in Newark. So it's actually still Friday here. We've been sitting at the gate for awhile. I guess to get more people on the plane. We almost got a $1500 voucher for bumping, but the flight through London tonight got booked. That would've ruled. Miranda's all enthralled with the screen that tells where we are and what time it is and what the temperature is. Of course, we're still on the ground, but now we're moving.

Okay, someone dropped their passport in the jetway and we're "pulling over" so they can hand it into the cockpit window. Can I say it again? I hate Newark. And we have a five hour layover here on the way home. Otherwise we could be home at like 4, instead of 10. And [a meeting] got moved to Monday, which is good because we get to be there, but that just means I HAVE to be there right on time. But now that I know we'll least be in the US by like 2 p.m., it doesn't seem so bad.

Are we EVER going to take off?

Its now 3:12 a.m. Madrid time. I still can't believe I'm going to Europe. Spain, even! It's totally bizarre to me. And we're gonna walk off this plane and be in another country, and it's gonna be such an adventure.

3:17 a.m. - still on the runway.

Even now, sitting on this plane, about to go to Spain (I rhyme!) I can't help but think about Austin and SXSW.

About to take off!

3:20 a.m.