Well. I’m sitting on the plane right now (I don’t have internet in the sky, I’m just writing this in Microsoft Word and I’ll copy and paste it later). I am sitting by the window – duh – but we are above all of the clouds and it is so bright outside, so the window covers are down. I’m sitting by two guys, each over 6 feet tall, and both sleeping. I really have to pee, but there is no way that I am brave enough to try to get over them or to wake them up and ask them to move. So I’m just going to hold it. Fun times.
I woke up bright and early this morning, about 5:55 AM, took a shower, finished throwing things in my bag, and then SB dropped me off at the airport a little bit after 7.
First of all, I have two large rolling bags, a backpack, a pillow with a blanket shoved in it, annnd a large tote-like bag that SB gave me (Thank you for that, by the way, Sara Beth. I like it a lot.). That sounds like a lot, I know. And it is. It is also a little tricky carrying all of those things by myself. Ok. Let’s get real - it’s more than a little tricky, it’s basically impossible. But either way, somehow I manage to roll/push/shove/scoot all of those things up to the desk, where the lady weighs my biggest bag. 58 pounds. 8 pounds over the limit, which is an extra $50 charge. Thankfully the lady let me do some re-organizing, and after taking a couple t-shirts out of that bag and putting them in my backpack and other two bags, she re-weighed it – 49.5 pounds. Close call. Who knew t-shirts weighed that much? (I also have about 30+ in my bag.. Overzealous. I know.)
Well. After dropping off my checked bags, I meandered over to the security part. Nothing exciting happened. Then I went to my gate and waited. Boring. Thennn I got onto the plane to NOLA. And the only thing I could think was “What have I gotten myself in to? Well, too late. We’re in the air. No turning back now.”
Well, that plane ride was only about 50 minutes, and very boring. I buckled my pillow into the seat next to me. I don’t know why.
After getting off that plane, I found my next terminal. About an inch away from where I got off of the other plane. So easy. Well, there was a woman sitting in the chair right behind me as I waited, who was on my flight from Birmingham and was also going to Denver. So of course, when she started talking to two other ladies sitting next to her, I had to eaves drop. This lady, who had a walking stick, and was wearing a visor, scrunchy (sp?) in her hair, a shirt with a wolf howling at the moon on it (like the kind Joseph Wolnski used to wear), knew everything. She did not stop talking the entire 45 minutes we had to wait. One of the ladies she was talking to was about 65ish, and she jokingly said “So, did you party last night?” And the wolf-walking stick-visor lady, in all seriousness goes, “No. I do not part.” She did not crack a smile the whole time. (Oh, apparently the 65ish lady did party last night – but she said she didn’t drink, just partied.) Then she started talking about how she went to bed at 10:30, woke up at 3:30 and drove down to Birmingham from where she lives (Trinity, AL, which is about 15 minutes west of Hunstville, as I learned from eaves dropping), and about her grandchildren, and her father who is sick in the hospital, and about her children, and everything else in the world. I miiiight have put my phone an inch away from her and taken a picture and sent it to SB… No big deal.
Now I’m on the plane to Denver. Still holding my pee. I think there’s like 45 minutes left. Ohhh goodness.
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I am in Buena Vista now, but I do not have time right now to talk about what happened over the past few hours. But I will later.
