T minus 2 days and counting till Denver. I’m looking forward to our visit with my big brother, not so happy about the time having to spendtraveling through the air. For some reason we have to go through Chicago first then on to Denver. Not that I don’t enjoy flying, it doesn’t faze me at all, infact I always thought that if a plane I was on went down it would be like an “E” ride at Disney (but with a lousy ending and probably alot more vomit then you get on Space Mountain)…My partner does not like to fly and turbulence causes thoughts of a horrid flaming death to surface, I always suggest hitting the drinks cart, hey it’s free in first class….poor flight attendants, just park the cart next to me and it will weigh alot less at the end of the flight.
oh, the thing about traveling that bothers me, is the airport, being patted down, having to show my id at every check point, having my lap top swabbed, my moisturizer confiscated because with that and some plastique you can create a firecracker, my chapstick eyed suspiciously…..isn’t this a bit like locking the barn door after the twin towers have been destroyed? Last time I flew I had to go immediately and was searched by TSA, who are ordinarily convicts, had to go into the chamber, had my shoes swabbed, and for this I get charged extra?!!! So I tend to be a bitchy traveler, but the good news is every airport has a Starbucks every ten feet, a bar every 2 feet and a newspaper store selling papers that I can’t find around here, score, score, score…plus free wireless! Just thought of another thing that ticks me off…you see that compartment above MY seat? This is where my bag goes, not yours, not your kids Dora the fing Explorer backpack, not your stroller, not the 45 things you jammed into the side pockets of your rollaway, don’t take my overhead space or I will kill you and send you home to your mother in individually wrapped ziploc bags. That being said lets start Wednesday off with some Red Hot Chile Peppers
