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United stuck right with my two-hour delay in Denver last night, so I arrived home around 12:30 in the morning without further disruption.

The funny thing is that by the end of these long summer travel days, the airports are almost silent…in stark contract with the palpable tension in the terminal just hours earlier. The remaining delayed travelers seem to have accepted their fate, and people settle down with a book, or a video game, or in one case I spotted in Denver…knitting.

For me, the delay was a fitting bookend to a stressful trip all around. Fortunately, I got to meet fantastic coworkers in Miami, who invited me into their fold like old friends.

Well…when life gives you bird droppings, post a picture of birds…South Beach pigeons, thank you.

Its not clear why my flight from Denver to SFO is two hours late…but my flight from Denver to SFO is two hours late. Would the reason make me feel better? At least THIS time, I was delayed IN the airport and not ON the plane 🙂

The rainclouds are looming, but with a bit of luck, I’ll be heading home soon from Miami…through Denver again…so be on the lookout for rants 🙂

My meltdown from last night has cooled dramatically. My conference was enlightening, and I met some really cool coworkers with whom I had not worked.

Even better…this afternoon, I requested and received a room change. Its not an amazing room by any stretch, but MUCH improved. As is my mood. (FYI, I can tell you that I was clearly not the FIRST person to request a room change from the overly grumpy man at the front desk!)

It has been raining all afternoon since I returned from the conference, so this gave me a little down time to reflect on (and re-read) my drawn out rant from yesterday. I am (hopefully) going to close this gloomy chapter for now, but before I move on, I would like to reflect on words on the front page of the Royal Palm website:

“Luxury reigns supreme at the Royal Palm. Stay at our magnificent beachfront resort and drift into a dream land. Float up to cloud nine, where time stands still while you indulge in every decadence.”

Note to the management of the Royal Palm: “I recommend a few bottles of carpet stain remover in your Cloud Nine housekeeping carts. Oh, and try hiring at least one person at your front desk who smiles.” (It seems that quite a few reviews on Trip Advisor agree…steer clear!)

These photos are from my old room. I’m sorry, but a big brown spot next to the bed is just gross!!

A quick update.

Landed at MIA at 1:30 am. United sprung for one free in-flight glass of wine, which took the edge off lingering irritation. Taxi to the oceanfront Royal Palm “Resort” in Miami Beach. In room around 2:15 am. Checked in with Jeff…they saw Harry Potter tonight…I saw “Blades of Glory”…they win.

Long Saturday.

Let me just say that on first impression, the Royal Palm may very well be the WORST hotel I have stayed at in all of my business travels. If they do not move me to a decent room in the morning…I swear that I will post photos of every carpet stain, broken vent, and banged up wall on every travel review website I can find. This place is an expensive travesty and it caps off a TOTALLY SHITTY DAY!!!! I WANT TO BE HOME WITH MY SWEETIE!!!! THIS PLACE SUCKS!!!!

I sure hope there is a Starbucks nearby, or my Sunday is SHOT. Good night…uh…morning.