So I'm still in Boston

As you may or may not know, the northeast was hit with a ridiculous snowstorm yesterday. Jetblue cancelled over 200 flights, but mine was still on time. RedSox drove me to the airport a few hours earlier so we could hang out together before I went to Denver. Funny how only a few hours later I would be with another man.

We sat in the bar until 10 minutes before I was supposed to board. The screen still had my flight as On Time. I went to my gate and asked about the status of my flight. Our plane was up in Maine, but in transit. Our new take-off time would be half an hour later. I told them to update the computers.

I went back to the bar where RedSox had made a new friend. We sat for another half an hour and finally learned that my flight had been cancelled. I got on the phone with Jetblue, but was told that the next available flight would be 2 days later... kinda makes for a short and pathetic trip.

I called WhiteRapper to let him know I wasn't coming. He was really bummed, but understood. I felt happy... and relieved.

I know if I went to Denver, I would have hooked up with WhiteRapper. It's what I do. It's the predator in me. I also know it would have been completely meaningless for me... but meaningful for WhiteRapper.

I had to let this prey escape. I had to admit that I didn't want to do what I was going to do in Denver. I had to own up to the truth. I'm committed to RedSox.

I think I'm going to throw up.