I’m off to Amsterdam, weather permitting.

No, I’m not going with the cool kids. The Netherlands Board of Tourism did not see fit to invite my bloggy self. It’s just plain old boring work.

Should I convert my bitterness into a series of scathingly negative blog posts, thus bringing the Low Countries’ tourism industry to its knees?

Nah…too much work.

This trip is off to a bitter start in any case. Airport tales of woe are only interesting to the bearer, so I’ll give you the highlights: Snowstorm, flight canceled, new flight delayed, now rerouted through Paris, blah blah blah. I’m currently sitting on the floor in Logan, because there are no chairs near the outlets and the airline’s lounge is closed (oh! the indignity!). I’ve just figured out that the only way to get the Logan Wi-Fi to work is to check the “send me lots of spam” box.

See? It’s not exactly “the Superdome during Hurricane Katrina.”