in an admirals club. this time en route to india! i'm in heathrow where the food is just worse. in paris, the admirals club is filled with delicious cheeses and cocktail foods. in buenos aires (robert
posted some pics ) there were at least varied if mediocre snacks. but in heathrow you just get pretzels, disgusting plastic-wrapped cakes and gherkin pickles. though i do love the pickles.
i would be having a complimentary cocktail but drinking and flying really don't mix, though i wish they would, because the older i get the more antsy i become when flying...
i don't think it's fear ... it's just generalized anxiety. what if i have a psychotic split it in this cubicle with wings!?! before we took off last night the steward announced "there are 320 passengers on board and we have 19 flight attendants at your service." this ratio failed to impress me and in fact, rather frightened me. with this proud announcement came a visualization of an angry mob, 320 strong, erupting into a mid-air riot over a peanut shortage ... mini riot erupting in over over peanut shortages ... only to be stopped by a cadre of less-than-20 attendants?!?!?! i don't know ... where is my imagination going?!
i well, i'm off to india for about 5 weeks, nepal for a little over two, to do some hiking. i might do some yoga in india and really live out a cliche ... i miss ny already! but doothy will return, never fear.