Friday . June 06 . 2003 . 1:38pm altitude sickness I'm bummed because we have to fly to Colorado tomorrow for John's wedding and I don't want to go. No offense to John, I'm sure it's going to be nice, and that the wedding will be great, Colorado beautiful, hiking with Dave tons of fun, blah blah blah. but I'm just so sick of traveling I can't even tell you. The thought of getting on another plane makes me queasy. I hate that plane smell, a mixture of uncirculated dead air, coffee, and polyester seat covers. Can't they open up some windows in there? (That's a joke. I said that to someone once, and they looked at me all seriously and started explaining about altitude and cabin pressure. Jeez, lighten up, sister.) I hate leaving our dog in the kennel again just as she's starting to get settled. She's always so nervous and clingy whenever she gets home from the dog spa, and it takes her about a week to snap out of it. I know we're only going to be gone for four days, but I can't explain that to her, since, you know, she can't speak English. I hate sleeping in hotel beds, pawing through a Ziplock baggie every time I want to brush my teeth, having all of my clothes smell like duffle bag. I hate different time zones. I hate sitting around in the airport for three hours before my flight, and I hate it that I'm too neurotic not to get there three hours early. I hate it that we have a layover at Dallas/Fort Worth, though I'm actually sort of interested to see what kind of Southern Fried/Cowboy Themed/Who Shot J.R.-type souvenirs they'll be selling at the airport gift shop. And two days after we get back from Colorado, I have to start work. I guess I could hate this idea of this, but I don't. Actually, part of me is really looking forward to starting work, in that way that you kind of hate that last week of summer vacation as a kid because its so boring. I'm looking forward to having a reason to get on the subway every day, schedule my day, and feel freaking useful again. I know that Cooper desperately needs to be walked, and someone has to do the grocery shopping around here, but I mean useful to other people besides us. * * * So Joe gave me my birthday presents last night even though it isn't my birthday until the 21st. He's the type that will buy presents early--Christmas presents in May, birthday presents months in advance, and then not be able to wait for the proper occasion to give them. So he'll just give them early, or make up some occasion to justify the early present. (It's Flag Day!) The presents this year had a theme, and the theme was pinup ladies. I love the nudies. I got pinup lady magnets, a Betty Page dress-up magnet set for the refrigerator (you've seen these before, they're like paper dolls, but magnetic) and a Betty Page she-devil Zippo lighter. Well, I guess the theme could also be "things that are magnetic" but really, it's pinup ladies. They are fun and purty. Sometimes they wear grass skirts and hold a ukulele, and sometimes they wear underwear and talk on the phone. Whatever the look, they're all winners! * * * So we're leaving tomorrow at ass crack of dawn and getting back Tuesday afternoon. After that, I'm cutting up our credit cards and blocking cheaptickets.com from our internet browser, because we're never getting on a plane again if I can help it. xo Michelle |
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Friday . June 06 . 2003 . 1:38pm altitude sickness I'm bummed because we have to fly to Colorado tomorrow for John's wedding and I don't want to go. No offense to John, I'm sure it's going to be nice, and that the wedding will be great, Colorado beautiful, hiking with Dave tons of fun, blah blah blah. but I'm just so sick of traveling I can't even tell you. The thought of getting on another plane makes me queasy. I hate that plane smell, a mixture of uncirculated dead air, coffee, and polyester seat covers. Can't they open up some windows in there? (That's a joke. I said that to someone once, and they looked at me all seriously and started explaining about altitude and cabin pressure. Jeez, lighten up, sister.) I hate leaving our dog in the kennel again just as she's starting to get settled. She's always so nervous and clingy whenever she gets home from the dog spa, and it takes her about a week to snap out of it. I know we're only going to be gone for four days, but I can't explain that to her, since, you know, she can't speak English. I hate sleeping in hotel beds, pawing through a Ziplock baggie every time I want to brush my teeth, having all of my clothes smell like duffle bag. I hate different time zones. I hate sitting around in the airport for three hours before my flight, and I hate it that I'm too neurotic not to get there three hours early. I hate it that we have a layover at Dallas/Fort Worth, though I'm actually sort of interested to see what kind of Southern Fried/Cowboy Themed/Who Shot J.R.-type souvenirs they'll be selling at the airport gift shop. And two days after we get back from Colorado, I have to start work. I guess I could hate this idea of this, but I don't. Actually, part of me is really looking forward to starting work, in that way that you kind of hate that last week of summer vacation as a kid because its so boring. I'm looking forward to having a reason to get on the subway every day, schedule my day, and feel freaking useful again. I know that Cooper desperately needs to be walked, and someone has to do the grocery shopping around here, but I mean useful to other people besides us. * * * So Joe gave me my birthday presents last night even though it isn't my birthday until the 21st. He's the type that will buy presents early--Christmas presents in May, birthday presents months in advance, and then not be able to wait for the proper occasion to give them. So he'll just give them early, or make up some occasion to justify the early present. (It's Flag Day!) The presents this year had a theme, and the theme was pinup ladies. I love the nudies. I got pinup lady magnets, a Betty Page dress-up magnet set for the refrigerator (you've seen these before, they're like paper dolls, but magnetic) and a Betty Page she-devil Zippo lighter. Well, I guess the theme could also be "things that are magnetic" but really, it's pinup ladies. They are fun and purty. Sometimes they wear grass skirts and hold a ukulele, and sometimes they wear underwear and talk on the phone. Whatever the look, they're all winners! * * * So we're leaving tomorrow at ass crack of dawn and getting back Tuesday afternoon. After that, I'm cutting up our credit cards and blocking cheaptickets.com from our internet browser, because we're never getting on a plane again if I can help it. xo Michelle |
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