Typical of American Airlines, my first flight was so delayed..

Typical of American Airlines, my first flight was so delayed that I ended up missing my connecting flight and had to spend the night in Miami. I mentally prepared for this eventuality considering I have so many flight to catch this month, but the very first flight was a costly fail. 😅 But the night quickly became an amazing one that I will cherish in my memories forever. I was standing in line to check into a hotel room when this ginger man walked up to the counter ahead of the line to get a new room key because the A/C was out in his and his toddler was very upset by the heat. I immediately recognized him as Max Blumenthal, an extremely brave investigative journalist whose work I have been following closely for years. I have read several of his books and follow all of his podcasts. I could not contain my excitement when I saw him! The woman in line in front of me noticed my excitement and said, “oh yes he is a very important person.” To which I replied, “that is so awesome that you know him too!” I think we both thought we were on the same page, because she then proceeded to walk up to him and yell at him for thinking he’s better than everyone else by skipping the line! I guess she was being sarcastic and I missed the joke. 😂 In true Max fashion, he gave her the snarkiest response he couldn’t muster and laid out all of the “facts” for why he was skipping the line. It was a great moment. I decided to save him from Karen, and thanked him for his brave work! He seemed happy to see a friendly face and immediately asked my name, then invited me to the hotel bar to have some drinks and a conversation. We ended up staying until two hours after closing! He let me pick his brain about current affairs, he filled me in on a lot of juicy gossip about his colleagues, and answered questions that I have been curious to ask him for so long! I even connected him to my Twitter account and told him all about the activist sex work that I do over there. It was a very memorable evening. One that I can only view as something that happens when you surrender to whatever shall be. I could’ve gotten really upset about missing my flight, having to pay for hotels and waste precious time, but I got something really cool out of the whole experience. Sometimes missed connections can result in new connections! 🥰 Now, please enjoy this dance to Devil Woman by Cliff Richard, a song request that I thought would be appropriate to share now at the start of spooky season. 😈🧙‍♀️🪄