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Friday, October 26, 2007Tequila: It's not just for breakfast anymore!
So I'm in Detroit, killing four hours of layover time before my flight to Kansas. There is a spa in this airport! And conveniently, a Cuervo Tequileria, for the little Mexican lush in all of us. |
I arrived in Detroit about an hour ago, absolutely famished. I was up at the crack of sparrowfart this morning to catch my mid-morning flight to Detroit. Yes, you now have to get up at five in order to catch a flight at 9:30. Thank you, Al Qaeda, for fucking with my beauty sleep. After being poked and prodded by various members of airport security (who, I noticed, seemed to take a hands-off approach to Muslims - good job!), I had more than an hour to kill, and a grumbling tummy. Pearson has to be, by far, one of the scarcest airports when it comes to consumables (and wireless, which they charge for). Heck, even Guam has an Officer's Club. Pearson doesn't even boast a McDonald's! I would have kissed Osama's ass for an Egg McMuffin. So instead I paid $7 for a stale Danish and a Fresca, and comforted myself that in a few short hours (ok, many hours, since I have a long layover in Detroit) I would be sipping margaritas on the Donovan porch. The end justifies the somewhat abusive means. But like a stroke of destiny, upon debarking in Detroit, I discovered this little watering hole. My mind and body still wanted breakfast, but a person can easily convince themselves that their strawberry margarita is actually a fruit smoothie. Really, I swear! Labels: Detroit, Kansas, Tequila, Travel
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