The models have not changed since 2 pm this afternoon, yet New Orleans brilliant mayor has ordered a mandatory evacuation of the hotels beginning tomorrow at 8am. So instead of the drunk fags being able to sleep off theoir hangovers, they will be knocked awake by uniformed hotel staff who will simply tell them they need to leave.
Miss Ginger, being the responsible girl that she is, came in early and asked the receptionist "what's the dill, pickle?" She told Miss g about the mandatory evac, so G headed upstairs to call Continental Aholes about her flight. The bitch on the phone said she had no seats. but when Miss G logged onto the website, it willingly booked her a full fare ticket and allowed her to select from a number of available seats. This says to Miss G one of 2 things: A: this bitch was lying, or B: the computer allowed her to "overbook" herself. Either way she's in a pickle, because she has no choice but to show up at the airport adn hope they honer her reservation. But wait! There are options! There are lots of peeps from the Krewe of Olympus here, and many of them drove. So, worse case scenario, I guess we can pile into their cars and make the trek! Luckily, Miss G has wireless broadband, so no matter what happens you will be able to enjoy the drama from the safety of your midwestern home! Love to all!
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