The Flight Out

We got our bags packed and embarked on the first flight to Atlanta. If you travel often (or even a little) you probably know what a giant and messy airport Atlanta has. Huge terminals that require little shuttle trains to get you around, we made it to our next gate and had three and a half hours until our next flight. So, what do we do? We got drunk. There was a smokers friendly bar that we went to (because he is(?) a smoker, have not seen him in a while) and it was disgusting but I was downing beers like it was nothing so quickly my disgust faded into drunken conversation with a fellow patron and the bartender. Already having a good time and boasting about our spontaneous plan to rent a car in California and just drive it back, I was in a great mood. Cut to the next flight, I put on some recent James Bond movie that I do not remember, because I passed out and woke up in San Francisco.