Firstly, I need to tell you what a jackass I was in my last post. I went over to J's and he had a beautiful/sweet candlelit bbq waiting for me outside. Complete with a white tablecloth, a bottle of wine, and yellow daffodils. It made my heart melt. He's really an amazing man and made me put my foot in my mouth, I can't believe what a gremlin I was being. I have this tendency to see things in one huge event versus looking at the whole picture...and the picture has a man in it that really, genuinely, loves me (including my crazy psycho moments like today).
So I'm at the airport, and per usual my flight is delayed. I'm sitting here, level 10, with Valley Fever, wanting to claw my way out of the sardine case that is airport seating. Someone is probably reading this as I type. It's like when you are going through airport security...you start contemplating life. It must be entertaining to sit back and watch the little people traverse the rat race style hoops, bend over with your ass out ("Look out, my pants drop when I undo the suspenders" as the old man in front of me aptly put it), lose your shoes and dignity, and rush like you're doing a walk of shame after they scan your belongings. Fortunately, today I was not patted down like last time. I feel like it is a timed race, everyone gets intense as hell going through security like "MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE!" --We should get a goddamn gold medal when we finish. It's like the ultimate reality tv race. Who can get through security the fastest. I love the hop as you scuffle to put on your shoes and hold your jeans up at the same time.
Today I was not the person who flipped the heck out--a man on the flight before mine got into a word war with the man behind the desk...something about gate checking his bag; he literally was yelling and cursing. Poor guy, probably got searched in security and lost some precious liquid belonging. Every man for himself!
In all honesty, flying does not bother me one bit. I love, love, love people watching. You have the people who love yelling their cell phone conversation because they think they are sooooo important/interesting, the overly affectionate older couple, the annoying "sorority" girls (nothing against sororities..but you know the wannabes are out there), the angry business man, the creep (yes...he is checking YOU out), the sick person...hacking up their guts (oh please god do not let me get h1n1!) and sometimes the hyperactive children that need to be banned from sugary goods.
Anyway, I am so excited to Jamie! Her birthday is on Saturday :) Denver is expecting a blizzard, so atleast we will be in good company. We are planning to see Remember Me on Friday night....so excited, and then indulge in our secret habit of the twilight saga..I know Rob Pattinson is a weirdo in real life..but as Edward Cullen, my heart stops.
Next weekend is my AEPA exam (8 hours on Saturday) and Allison is flying in on Thursday for a much overdue wife reunion. J's friends are also coming into town on Thursday, so it should be an eventful weekend. Sunday we are going to see the Giants in Old Town.
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