the times, they are a-sucking.
so anyone who knows me, knows it's no secret that i hate flying. hate. it. bad. sure, i do it a lot. one amazing year i flew to spain, norway, and spain again. those are longs flights (yes, not as long as dev's recent one, but still). i fly because i love to travel. i fly because it's how i can see friends and family. i fly because, well, it's often easier than driving.
but still. i hate it bad.
my remedy? some dramamine tablets and a glass (or two or three, depending on the flight) of wine. sure winner for curing flight fears.
the point of all this? i decided to fly to the beach to visit the parents for a week. i decided to fly out on a thurs. yes. thurs. of this past week. i arrived at INSERT MAJOR CITY AIRPORT HERE at 5:30 am. news crews were already in place. the bbc had been broadcasting the terror thwart in london for hours. my bag checked, i headed into a line an hour and a half long for security. no problem. i mean, hell yeahs, safety first. sure, i was a bit miffed at having to throw away my lipsticks (o! the stilla lipstick - such a perfect color; did i remember to look at the color name as i tossed it into the bin? no. i suck; the venom! you know know, pseudo-botox lip color? gone; the kiehls tinted lip gloss #3? or was it #5? gone), but you know, who cares? lipstick, no matter how expensive is replaceable.
most people in the security line took things w/ a grain of salt. people realized that (a) something indeed nasty had been averted, hence the cause for concern, (b) if we missed our flights, we missed our flights, and (c) since it wasn't even 6am yet, we really were the lucky ones traveling that thurs.
and then there were the Others, who included:
1. businessmen gabbing on cells and blackberries, bitching about missing their flights for some "crap in europe"
2. a woman dressed way too cheerfully for so early in the morning, griping outside the gate to my flight about having to throw away the starbucks she'd just bought, despite the signs and announcements oh, EVERYWHERE, that drinks and liquids were not allowed on ANY flight. "but it's just coffee," she whined to the gate agent, who, i must say, stood there rather stocially and held her ground.
3. the travel-on-a-package folks seated behind me, who, upon our plane being called back to the gate because of an unidentified fluid pouring out of our plane, learned they'd miss the one connecting flight a day to some-island, commenced bitching, "oh, god, first terrorism and now this? i'm never flying this airline again!" (note to people - plan your own damn trips! it's so much fun to do, oh, i don't know, what you want to do on a vacation! - this is also a good way to realize that there is only one connecting flight per day to island x.)
so, what? we were a mere 4 1/2 hours late taking off. sure, i missed my connecting flight by 3 hours. but i got on another flight to the beach. i had enough time between flights to have a glass of wine in an airport bar (more on that in another post) and fall a little in love with an LA-based furniture designer from Southern City X - i swear, everytime the dude said 'tupelo' i swooned a little more.
so take that, liquid spewing terrorists; i may have had to ditch my lipstick, but i totally fell head over heals into a crush worthy Southern boy. rock on.
but still. i hate it bad.
my remedy? some dramamine tablets and a glass (or two or three, depending on the flight) of wine. sure winner for curing flight fears.
the point of all this? i decided to fly to the beach to visit the parents for a week. i decided to fly out on a thurs. yes. thurs. of this past week. i arrived at INSERT MAJOR CITY AIRPORT HERE at 5:30 am. news crews were already in place. the bbc had been broadcasting the terror thwart in london for hours. my bag checked, i headed into a line an hour and a half long for security. no problem. i mean, hell yeahs, safety first. sure, i was a bit miffed at having to throw away my lipsticks (o! the stilla lipstick - such a perfect color; did i remember to look at the color name as i tossed it into the bin? no. i suck; the venom! you know know, pseudo-botox lip color? gone; the kiehls tinted lip gloss #3? or was it #5? gone), but you know, who cares? lipstick, no matter how expensive is replaceable.
most people in the security line took things w/ a grain of salt. people realized that (a) something indeed nasty had been averted, hence the cause for concern, (b) if we missed our flights, we missed our flights, and (c) since it wasn't even 6am yet, we really were the lucky ones traveling that thurs.
and then there were the Others, who included:
1. businessmen gabbing on cells and blackberries, bitching about missing their flights for some "crap in europe"
2. a woman dressed way too cheerfully for so early in the morning, griping outside the gate to my flight about having to throw away the starbucks she'd just bought, despite the signs and announcements oh, EVERYWHERE, that drinks and liquids were not allowed on ANY flight. "but it's just coffee," she whined to the gate agent, who, i must say, stood there rather stocially and held her ground.
3. the travel-on-a-package folks seated behind me, who, upon our plane being called back to the gate because of an unidentified fluid pouring out of our plane, learned they'd miss the one connecting flight a day to some-island, commenced bitching, "oh, god, first terrorism and now this? i'm never flying this airline again!" (note to people - plan your own damn trips! it's so much fun to do, oh, i don't know, what you want to do on a vacation! - this is also a good way to realize that there is only one connecting flight per day to island x.)
so, what? we were a mere 4 1/2 hours late taking off. sure, i missed my connecting flight by 3 hours. but i got on another flight to the beach. i had enough time between flights to have a glass of wine in an airport bar (more on that in another post) and fall a little in love with an LA-based furniture designer from Southern City X - i swear, everytime the dude said 'tupelo' i swooned a little more.
so take that, liquid spewing terrorists; i may have had to ditch my lipstick, but i totally fell head over heals into a crush worthy Southern boy. rock on.
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