I heart LGA

No, no really, I dislike LaGuardia airport, and so far Midwest Airlines, too.

It's not Midwest's fault this time. (Over Thanksgiving, it sure was and they had no cookies to make up for it. I'm still smarting.) This time, it's Mother Nature's fault. It's snowing, blah blah blah. All flights but mine have been canceled, and if mine is canceled, my next option is Thursday. That's almost a week from today, kids, and it's also Christmas Day.

Le sigh.

My flight's not 'til 8 pm (in theory), but my boss practically pushed me out the door at noon. "Go!" she said. "Get on a flight, any flight."

So I skipped rush hour and grabbed a cab. After an hour in line, I'm here with a Vanity Fair, the Reasons to Love NYC issue of New York mag, the fantastic Laura Marling on my iPod (download now, please), "Sex and the City" Netflix DVD, an $8 pass to get online, webmail for work, and Hulu.com. I think I'm set for a while.

I'm sitting at the same gate as always: B1. There's a squeaky air vent that squeaked the last time I was here, too. I've no longer wondered how long of my life I waste at stoplights; instead I think about time wasted waiting for trains and airplanes.

There's a girl sitting across from me who I swear went to my middle school. I know she lives in NYC, so it would make sense that she'd be waiting for a KC flight, too. I'm just waiting for a good time (when I'm good and bored) to possibly make a grand fool of myself by asking, "Kate? Kate from Overland Trail?"

If only I weren't at the airport, and I'd be so giddily excited about this snow.