Right now I am sitting in a comfy chair in my parents’ study. A couple of days ago I was frantically trying to tie up all loose ends at work so that I could relax this week without worrying about anything. Right now work does not even exist. It might as well be a figment of my imagination. I am home in Oklahoma, and currently my DC life is a blurred memory. And I get a whole week of this.
In order for Eric and I to get here, we had to sit for a few hours and be transported. Because that is how travel works. And it’s really weird if you think about it. Flying is the strangest thing. If someone told you that there was this amazing ride that took you above the clouds, and you could look out the window and see patches of earth through the coverage, and that you could actually fly through the clouds and it would look just like cotton candy, wouldn’t we all be glued to the window? Instead, flying is known as the event that simply gets you from one place to another. So closing the window and sleeping is actually something people feel okay about doing despite the ticket price.
Of course, I close the window and sleep at times, too. But other times, you might guess it was my first time to fly based on the amount of cloud-pictures I am taking.
But, I mean, really:
While we are up in the clouds, let’s talk about two things that make flying a whole lot better.
I broke down and bought a neck pillow last year, and it took all of five seconds of being on a plane to make me wonder why I had never thought to buy one before. Saturday morning, when I was resting peacefully on our early morning flight, the man next to me was changing from one awkward position to another every five minutes in an effort to obtain even 10% of the level of comfort I was experiencing. In my head I was telling him, “I’ve been there, dude. You need to just break down and buy a neck pillow.” I don’t think our brain waves were connecting.
The other thing that makes flying great is alcohol. I used to tell myself I wasn’t an alcoholic and therefore didn’t need alcohol to make anything better. And then I flew to London where they give it to you for “free”, and it changed my entire flight experience. Now, I refuse to buy it for $5, but when I have free drink tickets, I don’t miss the opportunity. In another lifetime, I might have thought that Bailey’s Irish Cream in my coffee at 8:00am was something to avoid. I have now seen the light. The light, however, only shines on being in an airplane. When I start having Bailey’s before work at home, we can have a talk.
If you are wondering right about now, what that large pink, boxy rectangle is, I will tell you. It was the pre-cursor to the ipod made by Creative Labs, and let me tell you: it was really cool seven years ago. As we say in Oklahoma, “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.”
Two hours after we landed, I was at my youngest sister’s baby shower. She’s the pregnant one in the middle. Amanda is on the far left, who hosted the shower in her beautiful home, and from whom I stole the following two pictures.
I can’t wait to meet Sally’s baby girl in November. If she looks anything like baby-Sally, she may possibly be the cutest child this world has ever seen. And that is not just a biased-sister talking.
And now I am going to go not be at work and eat an Oklahoma farm breakfast with raw milk. I have been looking forward to this week for so long.
P.S. Remember when Sally got married?