flight cancelled... *sniff*

There it was... my hopes and dreams, smashed. My love, my hate, my one and only goal, cast aside like the Qur'an in Guantanamo Bay. I shall never be the same.

We had to cancel our flight last Sunday.

That's right... Mork and Mindy were shocked, dismayed, flabbergasted. But alas, the temperature would have peaked out at 97 degrees while we were taxiing out, 140 percent humidity, a 3000 ft. density altitude, and a tiny, fully loaded airplane with no air conditioning, resulting in three very, very sweaty in-laws. Mork (jarhead, for the Ex-Coastie) would have probably blown chunks halfway through it, anyway, and I didn't pack any sicksacs.

So it's just as well... I had made my third legitimate no-go decision by Saturday, and although it doesn't numb the overwhelming pain of defeat-by-nature, it was the right thing to do. 737GC, turns out, is a bit heavier than 9LK, albeit has a nice new paint job. That puts 3 people with 20lbs of baggage just a hair outside the moment envelope, and I hate taking out fuel.

So we have to reschedule. With 9LK. Damn you Global Warming!!! And curse those 10% of scientists out there who say it isn't happening, too. It ruined my joyride.

That's all I have to say about... that.

dfb