19 September 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

From ATA to Southwest, the air was thick with tension at LaGuardia and Chicago Midway.  I was completely disoriented when I got out to meet Mr. Thermometer curbside: it turned out I was in the wrong terminal (the right one was about half a mile away).

I was cranky, so I had Mr. Thermometer drive me to the supermarket to buy Jim Beam and ginger ale (the ginger ale was for my upset stomach).  That evening, I realized that I am now able to outdrink Mr. Thermometer Ottinger.