9 hours later, I arrived at Heathrow Airport. The flight was good. I haven’t been deported yet, which is always a good sign. When I crossed the border, the agent asked what my profession was. I said a law professor. He looked incredulous, and said are you 28? I said, almost. He asked if I was part of some academic exchange program. I laughed and said no. Then I asked if I could bring fruit in. You see, I had brought about 7 pounds of fruit with me for the ride. I had no idea if they would feed me or not, and I couldn’t bare to be in the sky 8 hours without food. The food was plentiful, and halfway decent. They started us off with an egg omelet in the morning with some good sides. They came around repeatedly offering drinks and coffee. About an hour before I landed, they served this yucky deep dish pizza, but there was a good salad. My seat was supposed to have DC power, so no such luck. My battery punked out after four hours. I spent the remainder of my time reading Brian Tamanah’s new book on my Droid.
When I finally touched down, I had 75 messages in my inbox, including a very special message that had the attachment of the ACA case. Alas, it came to my phone about 10 minutes after I took off so I was not able to read it on the plane. But that is what i will do now. All 193 pages of it. I don’t know if I’ll make it through the entire thing. I’m rather tired now. I have to be up in about 8 hours to take the tube into the city.
I am staying at the Holiday Inn by Heathrow. This room is so tiny. It is kinda ridiculous. Also I took a 5 minute taxi ride that cost me 16 pounds (about 20-something dollars). The taxi had a sign that said I may be recorded by CCTV. Lovely. Big brother is everywhere in London. Gas costs 132.9. I don’t even know what that means.
OK, onto NFIB v. Sebellius.