Ok, so as you might have noticed, I've been travelling between Atlanta and San Francisco for the past few weeks. Normally I return back on the Thursday night red-eye at 11:40pm, to arrive in Atlanta around 8am on Friday. This, because I have a gig on Friday nights that I have to prepare for.

Anyway, I snapped this shot at 7:50am on Friday. And guess what!! This is a picture of San Francisco! What gives? Well, I leave the client's pad around 7pm, meet up with Josh at the Thirsty Bear around 8:30pm. All is good. We down a few brews and some paella, catch up on things (he's recently broken up with his long-time worse half, Kim) and then I'm off to the airport.

I go to check in at the Delta Kiosk, and there's "a problem with your reservation, please see a kiosk agent for assistance." Well, I check with the kiosk chic, and she informs me that I've missed my flight. It's 10:30pm. My flight is in an hour and ten minutes. Rather, the flight that I thought I booked myself on. Turns out I had done a screwbooking. For the laypeople, and standpeople, that's my own term for making a reservation for a flight that you wouldn't usually take, and then forgetting about it and showing up for the flight you wanted to take). The screw was the 10:30pm flight with an hour layover in Cincinnati, which gets into Atlanta at 9:35am. Yuck. So, the nice chic rebooks me on the following flight in the morning, 8:35 am.

Interestingly, I go to the Crown Room to check in the next morning (no, I slept in a hotel, not the airport. I am a business traveller, not a hostel-using, backpack-toting, granola-bar-eating, deodorant-not-wearing hippie; meaning I did not sleep in the airport). The woman at the desk chuckles when she looks up my reservation, and then clues me in. Apparently the chic last night put a note in my reservation record when she rebooked me: "PAX was confused, but very sweet".

Must've been the Vienna Waltz microbrews from The Thirsty Bear.