just as uncertain and now with an aching back V

As the sun set a few hours before on an awesome day, the next thing to follow was naturally

SUNDAY

I got up around 9 because I was exhausted from my partying to the hizzmax. Slowly and quietly, I got myself ready and repacked all of my stuff because my host's roommate was on the top bunk, but his prefrosh was nowhere to be seen. Oh well. Good morning, probably hung over dude. I was back off to AZ.

SO I arrived at the student center to check out and enjoy a continental breakfast before the bus I wanted to get on left promptly at noon. I got in line and quickly signed myself out and was handed a student survey. As I began jotting down all the wonderful and smelly experiences I had had over the past couple of days, I overheard one of the main people talking some gibberish about airplanes and flying and that junk. Then he said Denver.

That caught my attention. SO I Headed over to him, and I asked, "What about denver?" in a rather naive fashion. "All flights to and from Denver have been cancelled." he sayd rather collectively.

"OH SHIT!" I thought.

SO I headed back to the reception desk to ask them what I should do. Also I found out I was the ONLY one affected by this sudden turn in the weather. How fortunate I was! Now, when I checked the weatherchannel.com on Wednesday before I left, it said that there would be sunny skies and highs around 50. So, until this sudden new development, I thought things would be smooth sailing. Well, THEY LIED! ThE BIG LIARS! They could tell I was pretty wracked up about this new development, but all they could do is hand me the number for the airlines, United, and wished me the best, though they didn't explicitly say it, cause otherwise that would've been completely rude. I mean, they brought me here; shouldn't they be the ones figuring out how to get me to leave? But all they did was point me to the public telephones.

After a few unsucessful attempts to contact, I went back and asked them if that was the right number. "Did you press 9 first?" the lady at the desk politely asked me. "I WOULD'VE HAD YOU FUCKERS TOLD ME SO! WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM, PSYCHIC?" I thought. "Oh, no I didn't." is what I actually said.

So I went droddingly back to the phones. So I finally got through, and, what I should've expected, it was entirely automated. The guy's voice, whom I shall call Ted, was courteous and not too robot sounding. So first I asked him if there was a flight from Boston through Houston and from there to tucson. "Did you say from Austin to Houston?" "No" "Did you say from Boston to Houston?" "Yes" "Let me see what we have (makes clicky noises to emulate seraching on a compy) We have one flight, but it's sold out." From there I went to double check, just in case they were messing with my mind, that my original flight was actually cancelled. Ted informed me it was. "Repeat" "Flight number iuafbsadbf from BOston to Denver has been cancelled" "Operator, please" "PLease hold while I connect you to an operator." This music they were playing was sooooo not what I needed to hear. It was a dramatic kind of muzak, vaguely reminiscent of the Twilight Zone theme. 10 minutes later, I figured I should do something to up my odds. So I grabbed the other telephone, asked Ted to connect me to the operator, and was now on hold on two different phones. I must've looked pretty pathetic, one phone to each ear, my head drooped down, my arms shaking from being in such an awkward position, and my eyes getty kinda watery.

Finally, about 6 minutes later, a lady picked up on the first line. I informed hwer of my situation, and she sounded like she had been hearing my problem all day. "there's nothing open left for today, but I can schedule you for a flight leaving tomorrow." "Can't you check another airline or something?" "No, ma'am, we can't do that" (I'll rant later about that part, trust me) "o...k.... tomorrow's great, thank you." After which she gave me my flight numbers (now going thru Chicago) and even my seat numbers. happy yet still distressed, I said thank you to the lady and hung up.

Inbetween all of this I had natuarally contacted back home. Mom was worried, but calm and coolheaded which I so needed to be at the time.

After finally getting squared away again, I headed back to the reception desk to see abou un-checking out. Then I asked about what to do next. They merely told me to ask my host if I could spend another night. They refused to expand on the possibilities if I couldn't stay at BC. Still tense, I called Andrew, but only left a message. I joked with them that it would be better to just drop by and tell him the good news, and I think they thought I was serious. How they couldn't see through my facade, I have no idea.

So I lugged all my stuff back to BC, and upon getting buzzed in I asked the tenant guy to call my dorm to see if my roommate had awoken yet. I think the call woke him up, but he was really wasted and understanding or just really understanding, so I headed back up and put down my stuff.

I almost forgot, I did see my host's roommates's prefrosh checking out. He had herd about the bad new, but his mommy was there to take him home. I really wanted my mommy, but knew I couldn't so I sucked it up and did the best I could.

Sunday afternoon is kinda uneventful, so I'll include that with Monday.