26 Hours in SheenaVilleLand

· 6pm - head down to meet pal in the hotel lobby.
· 6:05pm - see gaggle of greasy blacksuited muscle with wired earlobes milling about aimlessly
· 6:07pm - ask what the hell is going on
· 6:08pm - Bellman says "Oh, Prime Minster is here. He should be out in about 5 minutes.
· 6:09pm - head outside and see several black towncars with cherries on top. Decide to wait to get some pictures and strive to breath the same air as our dear leader
· 6:20pm - say "awww fukkit" and get bored of waiting, knowing that our other dining companions are expecting us in 10 minutes and the cabby is getting antsy.
· 11pm - turn in
· 5:00am - wakeup call
· 5:45am - in the taxi to airport. Hangar 32
· 7:00am - official notice that our aircraft can't land here because of low ceiling, but that they can get cleared in Hamilton so hop in white stretch limo to Hamilton toute suite
· 7:50am - Take the seat facing backwards because I've never done a take-off that way.
· 9:30am - land in Dulles and have the customs experience of a life time. Pre cleared, didn't even stick his head in the door
· 9:35am - climb into blinged out black limo for ride into Arlington VA.
· 10:00am - 5pm - yakkity yakkity yak
· 5:05 pm - back into blingmobile
· 5:45pm - hang out in the well-appointed luxe Dulles Landmark FBO lounge while pilot makes his phone call.
· 6:10 pm- take off, ensuring appropriate separation from the 777 in front of us.
· 6:40pm - crack open a cold Heineken and tell my Conrad Black encounter story. Hilarity ensues.
· 7:30pm - another customs clearance dream date. Didn't even have to get up.
· 7:35pm - in the cab back to pick up my luggage
· 8pm - sitting having a glass of wine in the Greyhound Bus depot bar. Listening to minimum wage roughnecks talk about upcoming hernia surgery. Tip well. Get in line outside for the 8:45 back to Toronto. Balance regained.