From Twitter: My Weekend Travel Problems

I hit a few snags while traveling to Michigan for the Cherry Capital Con this past weekend, and learned a very important lesson.

Everytime I start to set my hat on the bed, I hear Matt Dillon's voice in my head.  2:46 PM Jun 11th via Twitter for Android

Stuck in MPLS for the night. Anybody got Prince's number? 8:22 PM Jun 11th via Twitter for Android 

I missed my connecting flight in Minneapolis because my flight from Kansas City was late and the trams were out of order at the Minneapolis airport so I had to traverse what seemed like 1800 miles of airport on foot. I ran, as they were calling my name over the loudspeaker, but didn't make it in time. Instead I got a free night's stay at the Holiday Inn and a flight the next day.

I'm still coming to the con in Traverse City. Just gonna be late. 8:29 PM Jun 11th via Twitter for Android 

This hotel shampoo makes me smell like I just showered in piña colada. This really is the land of Prince! 10:59 PM Jun 11th via web 

Also, am convinced I'm having travel problems because I put the fucking hat on the bed. 11:01 PM Jun 11th via web 

Flight delayed again. Minneapolis won't let me leave! 9:53 AM Jun 12th via Twitter for Android 

Delayed again! Changing pilots! 10:45 AM Jun 12th via Twitter for Android 

Am in Michigan. Only 17 hours late. 12:51 PM Jun 12th via Twitter for Android 

Daniel Way's battery dead... the curse of the hat on the bed continues. 7:15 PM Jun 12th via Twitter for Android 

Me, Daniel Way and Steve Dillon went to leave the con in Dan's jeep only to find that his battery was completely dead.  He got someone to jump him off, but even that didn't work.  At this point, I started to suspect that my trip was cursed.

Steve Dillon is trying to educate me about cricket and is only making me more confused. 12:56 AM Jun 13th via Twitter for Android 

Got stuck in a tram, barely made my flight. Fuck you, MPLS airport. You are a bermuda triangle of fuckedupedness for me. about 16 hours ago via Twitter for Android 

On my return voyage, I again needed to traverse miles of the Minneapolis airport in a short period of time.  But hey, this time the trams were back in working order.  Or so I thought.  Got on the tram and it went about 10 feet before dying.  At that point I just had to laugh.  It was either that or kill everyone within arms reach.  Had to wait for a technician to come out and pry open the doors and get it running again.  But hey, at least it's dropping me off right at my gate, right?  No.  I got off the tram and still had miles to go.  All the monitors showed my flight as being on-time, which meant I had about 10 minutes before they locked the door and I was stuck in Minneapolis all over again.  There I went, running my ass off again, doing my best OJ-in-a-Hertz-commercial impression. I got to the gate with about 5 minutes to spare... only to find out the flight was delayed.  Delta, you fucking suck.

Home. Not a superstisious guy, but I will never ever EVER put my hat on the bed again. about 13 hours ago via Twitter for Android 

My travel problems by the way were the fault of Delta and whatever demented sadists built & maintain the Minneapolis airport, not the con. about 13 hours ago via Twitter for Android 

Cherry Capital Con was a blast and the folks who run it couldn't be nicer. about 13 hours ago via Twitter for Android