YAFA (the second "A" is for Airport)

Sitting on the floor next to a power plug across from my gate. So far my first flight home is estimated to leave 5 minutes late, but arrive 10 minutes early. Yeah, right.

Paid $7 for a few hours of Internet while I wait. It's criminally overpriced, but after trying to surf with my folk's computer and its 24 Kbps connection, it seems worthwhile. Plus the SA airport is ass. Oldest terminal, not the 'hub' airlines, and generally sucktastic.

I'm looking forward to getting home to my little abode in the overcast land of coffee. It's been a nice trip home to Texas, and between this one and my CMA trip back in October, I've gotten a chance to catch-up with many of my Texas-based friends.

Visiting Austin was kind of depressing. Having visited Houston, San Antonio, and Austin in the same week, the crap-a-fication of Austin is obvious. A once cool tech town is being turned into a mess of pointless stacks of overpasses, strip malls, suburbs, and an ever-increasing number of churches. When I came to Austin in 1990, I fell in love with the UT campus and the city, and a few girls along the way. I miss the girls, and the many friends who still live there, and of course the fine Tex-Mex cuisine, but the city itself leaves me non-plussed these days.

Seattle has its problems and its foibles, but it is my home now and I miss it.