Thoughts from Wine Country
What is wrong with me? The magazine crossword puzzle on the way over gave the clue "_____ Lingus." I could not, for the life of me, figure out that the word they were looking for was "Aer."
Sad to say, though, I was not the dirtiest-minded person on the journey. Having successfully slept through takeoff, I awoke mid-flight to discover the man next to me stroking the underside of my leg. My co-worker (seated two rows back) pointed out that it's hard not to grope your seatmates what with the space that they give you in coach, and I will grant that just barely awakening from a lovely little power snooze did not put me in a state of mind to accurately assess the situation, but still. Even my fuzzy waking up brain knew that something was awry. Good thing we weren't flying Hooters Air. Although, come to think of it, Hooters Air might have a better collection of Sky Mall products.
Completely unrelatedly, I think we're going to end a way too long analysis of a long gone dessert by declaring them "Fig Hubbles" here and now. Thanks to everyone who contributed to the naming process and good night unto you all. Whereby "you all" is "most of you" and "night" is "morning" because this whole west coast thing is weird. To those of you on the west coast, hi, I like your weather, even if our grass is greener on the other side.
So yes. In case you haven't figured it out by now, I'm in California for the rest of the week, but should probably think about getting to bed in order to be ready to begin leading our Journey to a Black Hole tomorrow. I should also probably think about seeking help for my atrocious use of the English language. Actually, no, I'll just blame it on California. Like totally.
Sad to say, though, I was not the dirtiest-minded person on the journey. Having successfully slept through takeoff, I awoke mid-flight to discover the man next to me stroking the underside of my leg. My co-worker (seated two rows back) pointed out that it's hard not to grope your seatmates what with the space that they give you in coach, and I will grant that just barely awakening from a lovely little power snooze did not put me in a state of mind to accurately assess the situation, but still. Even my fuzzy waking up brain knew that something was awry. Good thing we weren't flying Hooters Air. Although, come to think of it, Hooters Air might have a better collection of Sky Mall products.
Completely unrelatedly, I think we're going to end a way too long analysis of a long gone dessert by declaring them "Fig Hubbles" here and now. Thanks to everyone who contributed to the naming process and good night unto you all. Whereby "you all" is "most of you" and "night" is "morning" because this whole west coast thing is weird. To those of you on the west coast, hi, I like your weather, even if our grass is greener on the other side.
So yes. In case you haven't figured it out by now, I'm in California for the rest of the week, but should probably think about getting to bed in order to be ready to begin leading our Journey to a Black Hole tomorrow. I should also probably think about seeking help for my atrocious use of the English language. Actually, no, I'll just blame it on California. Like totally.