   Hey Again Eupheme. Look who's finally found a reliable connection now I'm in the area and Mom's finally stopped calling and the time change is starting to make sense to my poor little addled mind. So, the flight up here. I almost can't describe it in mere prose, though it won't keep me from trying I assure you. So lets set the scene. A quiet dignified departure, or at least one which did not garner stares was far far too much to ask from "Auntie Flora" herself. Mom can be a drama queen and though I'd said goodbye to the others back at home without a lot of fussing, I suppose it was too much to ask that it continue. The minute I checked my bags in, she started sniffling, by the time she set off the metal detector with all her bangly jewlery, she sobbed, by the time we made it to the gate with five minutes to spare, her scarves were soaked through with tears and...I hope they were only tears to tell you the truth. I do admit I almost caved when she broke into the begging, just to get the crowd we'd gathered to stop watching. Until she called me "Johnny" anyway, when I haven't gone by that in years and felt about three. Suddenly joining the rush to find my seat seemed like an excellant idea,my seatmates were both quiet business types who didn't rush to bother me with questions. Allowing myself to be lulled into peace, I actually considered that I might enjoy the rest of the journey here. Until SHE appeared. Our Stewardess, the scariest, blondest, giggliest woman I have ever laid eyes upon. All through the safety demonstrations she bounced around as if she were on something really good. Personally I say she should have shared with the rest of us, like my grade school teachers always said but you know how that goes. Anything that could go wrong in her section...managed to do so. Then when she attempted flirting...It almost made it worth paying attention to whatever crappy romance film was showing, and pretending I couldn't see her. Almost...Once we disembarked, I found myself free of so many things. My parents, my sisters, someone telling me where I should go and what I should do...and yes, even my luggage. Thankfully the next day they actually had it shipped to where I'm staying, but you know, last thing needed at the moment. But somehow, by some twist of fate, I'm here, I'm actually alive and I have net access. Expecting Mom to call again tonight, but the distance has actually seemed to help a little, probably because faceplants can't be seen over phone wires. I think I'm going to like it here...So what's up with the rest of you? |
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