Boy jammies are comfy.
Yeah... okay, so I'm now home. After an empowering afternoon vs our cable and a fun happy hour, I managed to pack and get myself headed to the airport. My flight sucked, btw. I think they redesigned the plane so they could squish another seat in there, and because I'm a nice person and let them change my seat so some kids could sit with their mom, I ended up crammed up against the window. The plane was also too hot, and I'd been feeling punky all day for some reason. Also, our flight was delayed b 45ish minutes, so I only made it to my connecting flight by the skin of my teeth. I had to run, and by the time I was there, I felt horrible, but I was able to get in my rock hard seat and turn on the air, and soon I felt well enough to snooze. I bought this massaging back pillow for the flight, and I couldn't use it for the first one. Too cramped. But on this one I had room, and it was pretty sweet.
Then the plane landed and I discovered that my luggage was still in Memphis. Boo. Thus, we went home, hoping that we'd find out when the next plane came in that they'd manage to bring my luggage. I was initially really irritated, but lo, eleven hours later, they're on their way with my luggage. Yay. Meanwhile, I'm wearing my dad's pajama bottoms and shirt. Comfy.
In other news:
Rave Macbeth is either stupid or brilliant. I can't tell which. One thing is for sure, they over played the connection to Macbeth. It would have worked better if Hecate would just shut up in the beginning and let the allusions speak for themselves. I'm disturbed that my main question regarding Rave Macbeth is so simple, but...
Why is Hecate a man? No, really, why? Hecate is the goddess of the witches? I suppose the secondary question is, why would they bother to jerk around a bunch of junkies? Granted, they can, but it seems so utterly pointless.
It's like something that could have been great but took a weird turn somewhere.
Then the plane landed and I discovered that my luggage was still in Memphis. Boo. Thus, we went home, hoping that we'd find out when the next plane came in that they'd manage to bring my luggage. I was initially really irritated, but lo, eleven hours later, they're on their way with my luggage. Yay. Meanwhile, I'm wearing my dad's pajama bottoms and shirt. Comfy.
In other news:
Rave Macbeth is either stupid or brilliant. I can't tell which. One thing is for sure, they over played the connection to Macbeth. It would have worked better if Hecate would just shut up in the beginning and let the allusions speak for themselves. I'm disturbed that my main question regarding Rave Macbeth is so simple, but...
Why is Hecate a man? No, really, why? Hecate is the goddess of the witches? I suppose the secondary question is, why would they bother to jerk around a bunch of junkies? Granted, they can, but it seems so utterly pointless.
It's like something that could have been great but took a weird turn somewhere.