I had woken up in Key West at 4am, and drove the airport twice after realizing that I had left my cell phone at home on the first attempt. Luckily, I had left ample time to leave in the morning, and I had relized about 5 minutes into the 20 minute ride to the airport that I was sans cell phone. The flight from Key West to Orlando was fantastic, it was a leer jet, and was surprisingly simple given the state of the friendly skies of late. I arrived in Orlando finding the abundantly chrome trimmed tram station. Seeing my reflection, I felt in synch with the game of travel pinball I was playing. 3 hours later, I left Orlando, and arrived in Boston without hitch. For dinner that night I had rare tuna, which far surpassed the culinary masterpiece which was served to me on the plane.