User talk:JonBuck/Eve's Apple

The start of this story is inspired by something that happened to me coming home from the 1999 Bash. It was the worst travel nightmare I've ever experienced. First, the TN weather and having 54 other people at Rabbit's house made a regular eating schedule impossible. I got very sick, and as he was taking me to the airport (I was the very last to leave) I got heat exhaustion and dehydrated, missing my flight. Ended up at Vanderbilt Medical Center because I was literally fainting inside the truck on the way there.

We tried again that night, but the weather had turned bad and it was likely I'd miss my connecting flight in Houston. So I ended up staying another night.

When we tried again the next evening, there were more storms, more delays. But my connecting flight was delayed also. I took a gamble and tried to meet my connecting flight. Didn't make it.

Spent the most grindingly boring night in an airport, not sleeping. Empty airport. They upgraded me to first class, at least. This turned out to be important. Because after the plane left the gate we were stuck on the tarmac for over two hours as another storm passed overhead.

Finally got home at 3pm. Promptly went to bed and slept for 18 hours. It's been endless story fodder ever since. --Buck 01:12, 3 August 2008 (EDT)

This storys really got me hooked. I love all the little details that you put in, I'm about a two hundred pound, six foot guy too but unless I actually consciously think of it I don't think of myself as being all that big.

--Devin 02:09, 22 August 2008 (EDT)