twitter, you saw some of my snarky tweets about the day. Here is a recap, in case you missed the play-by-play.
I hit the road at 5am, on my way to Boise for a flight. Groggy, still in the dark, and wondering if the 'check engine' light on my car was going to be a problem, I set off on my trek. I had a 4 hour drive ahead of me, and a lot of open road.
My car stereo doesn't have an mp3 jack, so I burned some CD's for the drive. I labeled them, like one normally would. A combination of distraction and my general dumbassery led me to label one 'travelling music.' My girlfriend loved the typo, and poked me about a half-dozen times about it in one night.
I get into Boise, and I feel like I'm back in California. Patrol cars everywhere, construction, traffic congestion, and a handful of rude drivers. It's funny how it reminded me of California, and almost made me miss it all.
Almost. There are a lot of things I miss about cali, but the drivers are not on that list. I still laugh at California drivers when it rains. You'd think it were the apocalypse... nobody knows what to do...
I get to the airport 90 minutes before my flight, just in case. If I flew out of Ontario Ca, I'd only need to show up 20 minutes before boarding. LAX, 2 hours... today being the day after Memorial Day, it could go either way... but I get in, go through screening, get to 2nd base with my TSA agent, and get to my gate all in about 15 minutes.
If you have read my observations posts, you know I love to people watch. (If you haven't read them, click HERE!!!) I found a seat facing the main causeway, got out a notebook, and waited for the hilarity to find me.
freaky friday post...)
While the men were sporting every single flannel color and design known in existence, the women were doing the same thing with horrid floral patterns. I was wearing a pair of black slacks and a green dress-shirt. While I looked good, I stood out. Apparently solid colors were out of season?
The flight was quick and painless. I did my thing, and got back to the 'away' airport to go back home. TOTAL change of scenery...
This airport was near a college party school, and apparently a lot of students were flying home for the season. Or, maybe to go party? My flight continued on to Reno, and not a lot of people got off. While less interesting than the flannel brigade, I did appreciate sharing a plane with a few dozen drinking, partying, lowered-inhibition college kids. It made the 40min flight seem to whizz by.
The drive home wasn't nearly as interesting, because I just wanted to get home. I had a good day, had some great news, and was looking forward to being home and celebrating. But I had to wait. 4 hours...
A 4 hour drive when you're bouncy and excited is like pulling teeth. You want to go 150 mph, but know you can't.
I finally roll into the driveway at 11pm: an 18 hour day. And I was PUMPED (as you could probably tell from the post when I got home...). I haven't slept a good night's sleep since then, and am hoping to catch up on the weekend.
I hope I don't dream about flannel....