on my way

It's like nap time in an old folks home here- bodies pooling on ratty furniture, grunting and heaving as the apnea does its worst. I'm in Auckland Airport's lovely waiting lounge- gate 8- and my plane has been delayed from 7.20pm until 2.30am. I was lucky- due to Paul's request that I receive special treatment, I was called at 4pm today and told that the flight was delayed. Some here weren't so lucky. While I sipped wine with David and Paul in a restaurant in Ponsonby road, the poor souls here were being tormented by demons masquerading as cafe staff- boiling hot coffee the price of champagne, and about the same consistency. Filled rolls that are anything but full. Savouries with the texture, and presumably flavour, of hard rubber.

Even if I dont get an upgrade (and with the number of people on this flight, its doubtful), having 'special treatment' next to my name has already paid off. Thankyou Paul, this gift is the best!!

UPDATE: ok now im being cruised. Which would be flattering if it was someone I'd like ot be cruised by. His wifes oblivious as he walks round and round my pew, staring at me and holding his crotch every time he passes. Oh god, its not going to be one of *those* holidays, is it? I shouldnt have worn my nice black shirt...

Things you should never have to say: "I'll be fine as long as I dont get attacked by the feral combover in the seat ahead..."

I'm heeere!!

A real quick update as its bedtime, but I got in at 9.30pm and Jeff picked me up at the airport (and WOOF! jeff's as lovely and sexy as he is online), we went for a wnader around the castro- went to Daddy's and [some other bar I dont remember the name of]. Observations: the US has a fine cloning industry going, but it only works with bears. The 'fresh meat' sydrome is in full force, though it could be the handsome bear I was with that did it.
OK, more updates later.