The exit row seat I had been given turned out not to be a real exit row seat. It was in the exit row but did not contain extra legroom but instead involved obese woman sitting in front of me and reclining (heavily) into my legs. I shifted and squirmed every ten minutes until we landed. No sleep for the sleepies.
Got my rental car which turned out not to be the Mustang convertible I reserved but a whack-ass PT Cruiser.
Drove 45 minutes up to Amanda's place in West Palm Beach.
And her spread is incredible.
More later.
I need to nap now because I think I'm having an aneurysm.
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