the stars were bright, fernando Poor froo. She's having a bit of an odd vacation this week. After our "friend" Rat was dumped by his girlfriend and had already paid for a cruise to the Bahamas, he wanted to find someone to take her place. froo agreed to go with him. Then Rat and the girl got back together, so he retracted the offer to froo. She had already purchased a plane ticket to Florida, but he said he would reimburse her, so she was okay with that.

Round Two. Girl dumps Rat again, and he calls froo re-offering the vacation to her. She still has her plane ticket and agrees to make arrangements. Finds someone to take care of her kitten, books the time off work, arranges for a hotel in Orlando, packs her bags, and gets on a plane.

froo landed safely in Orlando last night, made her way to her hotel, spoke to Rat online who claimed he missed in connection in New York (?) (he was flying from Moncton). He tells her he's got a confirmed seat on a 6 AM flight, will be there.

froo waits and waits for him to show up, figures she'll get on the shuttle to the port, figures she'll get on the cruise ship, figures she'll get a drink and wait by the pool. But Rat was a no-show, and the cruise ship set sail for Coco Cay.

Finally tonight I got in touch with him, and now the story is something about not getting on a stand-by flight from Bangor, and then deciding to go through Houston and getting stuck there. We don't really buy it.

So froo is presently cruising solo (well, with 2400 strangers), and will probably have a fantastic trip. But the whole thing is kinda weird. Nice one, Rat.  | ¶ 11:52 p.m.