Hereee We Go Again…ShareThis
Alright Blogosphere, it’s just you and me.
Anybody who knows me well knows I’m prone to bouts of tangled air travel. This is my first one since I’ve had a blog. Hurray!
Join me, won’t you?
The situation, frankly, is a clusterf***. To summarize a long story that involves flight times, rental cars, and an interest in spending an extra eight seconds with Bri, I’m officially at a different terminal from her and about to sleep in baggage claim, while waiting for my 6:15 a.m. flight (it’s 9:49 p.m.).
In conclusion, I make poor decisions.
I’ll spare you the piss-poor logic that puts me in these situations, and set you up for a “what would I do?” type of game.
You’ve just housed your only Hershey’s bar w/almonds. You have a full bottle of water, a 90 calorie Chewy Granola Bar, a laptop with wi-fi, and your bag to be checked – that means a bunch of great toiletries. Fully equipped in a sense. How do I make this un-suck?
Despite Bri’s “the bar is open on this side!” text, and your hatred of everyone through security in terminal three, you can still make this a not-awful night, right? Here’s what I’ve come up with:
-There’s still a few hours of people-watching, aka people-judging, before the terminal is as desolate as an Alaskan beauty pageant. I could wear my DiCaprio-in-The-Departed black-fitted real low and make up everyones life story while they bustle around… but that gets dull quick.
-I have a few T3′s related to jaw pain. I could take one of those, and welcome the loopy/sleepy onslaught and risk missing my alarm. Probably not the safe play.
-I have Jack Kerouac’s “On The Road”, a fitting book for my travels, but one that’s about as appealing to read as getting my junk caught in the luggage belt so far. There’s gotta be something better.
-I have a Time magazine with Michelle Obama on the cover. Look at pictures and get bicep envy?? That can’t be healthy.
You know what you’d do?.. You’d write a blog – that’s what you’d do (look how alike we are.)
It seemed like a great idea, until I realized that 87.8% of my readers are hockey fans, and the last game I saw involved a Hurricanes team that wasn’t suffering from humiliation/reality-check-itis/much-needed-kick-in-the-stones-syndrome.
I’ve always considered myself a master of making terminal time disappear… but tonight I can’t decide. A little help from my readers? What would you do?