Hey friends! Happy Monday! and yes, it is a super happy monday, because andiepants is on vacation. mmmmmm vacation. I'm traveling this week and since i don't have a laptop that has wireless internet (great christmas gift by the way... or belated andie-birthday gift.... thanksgiving-gift, etc... you get the idea), i've been carrying around one of my favorite notebooks and blogging the oldschool way. but since i can't just hold up my notebook and have all of you fine people read it, i'll be transcribing and backdating posts.
such as this lil gem that andiebrain thought up on saturday... enjoy!
Saturday November 20th, 2pm, plane in albuquerque
hola, i'm at the airport and just boarded the plane that's going to take me to see my precious lil Brendan-face. i was lucky enough to score a nice little window seat and i'm ready to sit back and enjoy my one and a half hours to Dallas (layover)....
well, not exactly. i've been working on my flight anxiety for a while now, but it still hangs out with me on plane rides. icky. i really can't put my finger on exactly what scares me about flying. of course, the whole 'dying in a horrible fiery plane crash' factors in, but i'm not convinced thats the whole shebang. i think what happened is that i had a horrible flight experience (which I will not detail here, but suffice to say, we landed fairly close to a big tornado in chicago. ah!) and now andie-body is conditioned to become anxious and scared everytime andie-butt touches a plane seat. as soon as i snuggle in 19f, i get the jitters, the heart starts racing, i get a bit shakey and slight nauseaus. super lame, indeed.
but! i'm stuffing myself into this metal tube thats about to flying through the air for the purposes of meeting mr. brendan thomas wright for the first time. ahhhh sweet baby! i'm so excited. so this is totally worth it....
Saturday November 20th, time unknown. several thousand feet in the air
::disclaimer... in my attempts to beat the anxiety monster, i decided to journal during the part that scares me the most, taking off. here's how it went... ::
taking off and scared. very scared. this is my least favorite part. the stomach jumps, the plane shimmies back and forth as we hurtle toward our chosen elevation. ahhhhhhhh. i think i'm making the nice young man sitting next to me very nervous as i clench my arm rest tight enough to break it, while my eyes roll wildly around in my head like a trusting cow being led to mcdonalds.
i hate turbulence. i hate it. and don't tell me that it's like air potholes.. its not! not when you're up this high. every bump has me convinced that this will be the bump, the shimmy, the rattle and roll that sends this bad boy down in a pile of flames. f turbulence! every time we ascend higher, my stomach takes leave of my body, and my heart finds sanctuary in my throat. why can't i just chill out? i hate hating flying....
Saturday November 20th, time still unknown, i should get a watch..., somewhere over New Mexico
ok. we're beginning to level out and flying over some fo the most beautiful terrain i have ever seen in my life. mountains and desert as far as i can see. lush green rolling hills combine to make soft rounded mountains. and stretching out in every direction, for what seems like eternity is the desert. this is the part of flying i enjoy. and,.. that would be motion sickness setting in. be back later.
Saturday November 20th, 6pm, Dallas Fort Worth Airport, laying over.
in dallas for a layover, which seems like such a waste of time 'hey, flier, i know that you've spent a whole lot of money on this trip, and you're cranky and tired and hungry and probably anxious about launching yourself 30 thousand feet in the air, but i'm gonna need you to take a few hours and sit at this other airport for a little while, it might be on the way, it might not, but it works out better for us, so thanks.'
jerks.
and in my uncomfortable little seat in the terminal i'm surrounded by the funniest group of people ever witnessed. i'll try and provide you with a snapshot of my experience, clock-style:
at 11- we have the sleeping Hispanic man who keeps waking himself up with his snorty snorts. in his excessively loud attempts to breathe while sleeping, he managed to annoy everyone around him. no bueno, senor.
3- the emo kid who keeps staring at me, especially as i eat my delicious caprese sandwich from au bon pain. creepy. maybe its because i wore my skinny pants today. kindred souls? i think not. they're jsut the most comfortable pants i own that i will also allow myself to be seen in public in. i think its the whole no zipper thing. anyway, sorry kid, i don't sit in my room at night listening to my chemical romance and being angsty.
1-super young navy boy in full dress uniform, complete with dress shoes so shiny i can see my reflection in them. he's adorable! for some reason i keep having this vision of him using a broom as a prop and sweeping to the beat of a show tune, as other sailors sing and dance in perfect choreography on the USS Fabulous. not to be offensive, and i'm not really sure where thats coming from, but there it is..
ugh. layovers.
Saturday November 20th, 6:45pm, tarmac
on the plane again.. sitting next to adorable year old babe. cutie! feelingless nervous this time around but we haven't started moving yet, so we'll see how it goes. can't wait to meet little b! i bought him a stuffed road runner as a gift. i was personally dissapointed to learn that they are neither purple nor animated. i'll just have to make sure i advise b to look out for anvils, and if spotted, find a coyote, fast. and here we go, plane is moving, so in the interest of perserving my caprese sandwich, notebook will be put away now.
and that's all for now friends,
enjoy your evening and be thankful,
andie.
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