Flights of fancy...
Who on earth ever came up with the idea that it would be a good thing to make planes of METAL? I mean, the sheer absurdity. Intellectually, I know it works. Heck, I'm in a plane right now. But emotionally is a different creature.
Metals are heavy. Heck, even water falls out of the sky. And yet, someone thought it was a good idea to take a metal can, stuff people into it like sardines (I'll develop CPS typing in these cramped seats far sooner than I would anywhere else), and fixing a pair of wings and a bunch of engines to the sides. Admittedly, driving back and forth to Boston for a one day affair would be ridiculous. Okay, so flying for a one day affair is fairly ridiculous as well. But here I am.
I'm in the third row of the coach cabin -- in the middle seat, unfortunately. But I can deal with that.
About a half hour ago, a baby in the front row of the coach cabin decided she/he wanted... well, something. Then started to cry. And cry. And cry. And cry. She's/he's still being fairly vocal...
I don't want kids this year, that's for sure.
This is the least planned I've ever been before traveling to Boston. Normally I have entire schedules worked out, outfits planned, etc. Just couldn't do it this time -- or didn't care, I don't know which. I know I'm going out with a friend from work (but who works in Boston) tonight for a late dinner, and tomorrow night I'm currently scheduled to go out drinking with him and some of his friends. I might watch the debate tomorrow night with some Democrats -- they might like my mocking Curious George, but I'll also mock Kerry, so maybe I shouldn't go. Might see an exgirlfriend and some of her friends Saturday night. MIGHT. Beyond that... it's far too sketchy for my liking.
There are some people I'd really like to see, but probably won't get to. I'll deal, as always.
Metals are heavy. Heck, even water falls out of the sky. And yet, someone thought it was a good idea to take a metal can, stuff people into it like sardines (I'll develop CPS typing in these cramped seats far sooner than I would anywhere else), and fixing a pair of wings and a bunch of engines to the sides. Admittedly, driving back and forth to Boston for a one day affair would be ridiculous. Okay, so flying for a one day affair is fairly ridiculous as well. But here I am.
I'm in the third row of the coach cabin -- in the middle seat, unfortunately. But I can deal with that.
About a half hour ago, a baby in the front row of the coach cabin decided she/he wanted... well, something. Then started to cry. And cry. And cry. And cry. She's/he's still being fairly vocal...
I don't want kids this year, that's for sure.
This is the least planned I've ever been before traveling to Boston. Normally I have entire schedules worked out, outfits planned, etc. Just couldn't do it this time -- or didn't care, I don't know which. I know I'm going out with a friend from work (but who works in Boston) tonight for a late dinner, and tomorrow night I'm currently scheduled to go out drinking with him and some of his friends. I might watch the debate tomorrow night with some Democrats -- they might like my mocking Curious George, but I'll also mock Kerry, so maybe I shouldn't go. Might see an exgirlfriend and some of her friends Saturday night. MIGHT. Beyond that... it's far too sketchy for my liking.
There are some people I'd really like to see, but probably won't get to. I'll deal, as always.