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My Thanksgiving break was restful and wonderful. I ate, hung out with my sister, bought pretty shoes, got a haircut, hung out in my aunt's gallery, and enjoyed the snow.
The flight back to Portland pretty much took all that happiness and comfort and bundled it up and threw it into the fiery mass of lightning that we flew into when I was coming out of Houston.
Let me point out that Houston is not in the right direction to get to Portland from New York.
Thought the lightning was beautiful and awe-inspiring, I spent most of the flight (my third one of the day) with my head pressed against the window, so that if the wing broke off I could start screaming. I violently carressed the Continental blanket that they give you and wondered what would happen if one of those Zeus-like lightning bolts hit the front of the plane. Every time we hit turbulence, I clutched the seat and shut my eyes really tight and recited that Russian poem that I'm supposed to learn in my head.
We landed and all I wanted to do was sleep forever.
I also now have very bad connotations with that russian poem.
The flight back to Portland pretty much took all that happiness and comfort and bundled it up and threw it into the fiery mass of lightning that we flew into when I was coming out of Houston.
Let me point out that Houston is not in the right direction to get to Portland from New York.
Thought the lightning was beautiful and awe-inspiring, I spent most of the flight (my third one of the day) with my head pressed against the window, so that if the wing broke off I could start screaming. I violently carressed the Continental blanket that they give you and wondered what would happen if one of those Zeus-like lightning bolts hit the front of the plane. Every time we hit turbulence, I clutched the seat and shut my eyes really tight and recited that Russian poem that I'm supposed to learn in my head.
We landed and all I wanted to do was sleep forever.
I also now have very bad connotations with that russian poem.