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Two days late
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i write this entry 2 days late only because any traveling we've done thus far has been loops between philadelphia, atlantic city and new york city. i'm sitting in the atlantic city international (yes, international) airport now and waiting for a perpetually delayed flight. i've decided that i'm waiting for godot; after all, it's no mere oincidence that our airline is titled 'spirit air'.
the aiport (acronymized ACY) is a dinky little guy with 7 gates. the airport's demographic is largely 50+ year olds with a few scattered teenagers and twenty-somethings. the senior members are the kind you'd expect would be traveling between atlantic city and ft. lauderdale, florida on a low-budget airline (spirit air) -- slightly overweight, traditionally american, khaki'd and bright-eyed. a remarkable combination of endearing and unattractive traits that characterizes so much of floridian and gambling america.
the airport's floor is the kind you'd find at a high school gym: cheaply laminated yard-long planks creating an athletic, alternating pattern. a 4-year old boy stumbles by in LA lights, vigorously grabbing on to his mommy's hand as she guides him through the narrow airport space. above me is a 35" RCA tv blasting fox news, playing an infomercial selling "samurai shards" and sears interspersed between biased election coverage. it's funny to think that the things we think are peripheral are the things that allow what we deem to be primary to exist. news can't exist without advertising.
we were here two days ago, when we'd spent all day traveling. azim had left philadelphia by train at 5am for new york city to get his passport stamped with a nicaraguan visa, only to take a bus to atlantic city and arrive 4 hours prior to our plane's scheduled departure. i left philadelphia in the afternoon and met azim in atlantic city. we cabbed to the atlantic city airport from downtown, only to be stuck in traffic after what i would guess to be a drunk driver clogged the expressway with an inopportune crash. at the time, we had only an hour to get to our gate. places like AC and vegas are the worst places for driving -- casinos, restaurants and strip clubs in the middle of nowhere, necessitating some sort of transportation to get there, with overly expensive lodging and casinos distributing free drinks to coax people to continue playing.
we arrived to ACY on time. everything seemed to be going smoothly. only problem was -- the plane was not yet here. we waited an hour. two hours. three hours. finally, on account of inclement weather in fort lauderdale, our flight was cancelled and moved to today. we took a cab back to AC, grabbed some popeyes and took a train home. despite it all, i was happy to get an extra day in philadelphia. now we're here again, and again we're delayed, this time due to inclement weather here in jersey. i've certainly decided that we're waiting for godot.
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