So I’m sitting at my gate in the Cincinnati airport. I’m nearly an hour early and my plane isn’t even here yet. I’d consider riding the tram back and forth for awhile, or perhaps the moving sidewalks, but I’d have to take my bags with me and my backpack is ridiculously heavy. I love my shoulders even more than I love moving sidewalks (which is quite a lot). Actually, it’s more that my shoulders are going with me after I leave the joys of the moving sidewalks, and I don’t want to deal with their whining. So I’m just sitting here, trying to look as businessy as I can grinning maniacally and wearing a London teeshirt.
“No, I’m not blogging. I’m preparing a financial presentation, which I will present at my big meeting at Company Headquarters in Detroit. Naturally.”
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| First picture on my new camera, btw. |
My checked bag may or may not have been overweight. When the scale says “52,” that means it’s fifty pounds, yes? Of course it does. I got through security with no problems. My family (Mummydear, Daddy, BioKatie, and Toddler) lurked outside security as I went through, and showed up on the other side of some soundproof (and bulletproof too, I suspect) glass once I was done. Stalkers. They cried, as they do. BioKatie’s eyes were red enough to look slightly drugged. I don’t know what kind of drugged, as I’m not familiar with that form of recreation, but she definitely looked something.
I met a very nice lady at the gate.[1] She had striped socks and sat behind me on the plane, not that I talked to her then, as I fell asleep as soon as the fasten seatbelt light went off. So there’s not much to say about that flight.
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My gate in Detroit was quite easy to find. (I’m no longer sitting at my gate in Cincinnati, as I’m sure you’ve gathered.) I took a couple of moving sidewalks through a tunnel to get there. There were pretty swirlies in lots of colours on the walls. It was like walking through an acid trip, not that I know what an acid trip looks like, but I imagine it’s something like Across the Universe. [2] Granted, I’ve only seen Across the Universe once, and wasn’t even paying attention to it then, but it was the first thing I thought of[3] when I saw those walls.
I’m supposed to be getting food right now,[4] but I’ve only seen a McDonald’s and a sushi bar. I don’t feel like McDonald’s, and I know sushi and I do not mingle well. I have a little about an hour left to my layover,[5] so I guess I’m going to haul my stuff down to McDonald’s, or to the first semi-attractive alternative.
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I've always liked having the window seat on a plane. I don't get up much[6], so I don't need access to the aisle. I can rest my head on the window to nap, and I can watch the world pass by. If there is anything more beautiful than the view outside an airplane window, I do not know what it is. I saw a sunrise with no horizon[7] and the most magnificent clouds. There were cirrus clouds like fields of snow, and cumulus clouds that seemed at once to not change at all, and also to be more alive than even the oceans. I could imagine ponies frolicking through them[8]. I don’t usually indulge in finding shapes in clouds, as they always blow apart too quickly for me to identify anything. This time, though, I saw an otter, something else that I can’t quite remember right now, and a very convincing rubber ducky.
As we descended over London, everyone on the plane[9] started pointing out places they recognized: Tower Bridge, the London Eye, Big Ben, Buckingham Palace.
Once properly in the city,[10] I did inform the city of my teeshirt. “Look London, I’m wearing you!”
Operation Flee the Country is a success.
[1] My parents never taught me not to talk to strangers.
[2] Woah. Super tall guy just walked by. Like, way taller than Matt and Mark. Put together. Just kidding. But still taller than them.
[3] After “acid trip,” of course. Also, after “ooh, pretty.” So really, it was the third thing I thought of. But definitely in the top five.
[4] My stomach has told me so, and so has my mother.
[5] Or, until half an hour before my plane leaves. Gotta have that cushion.
[6] Generally. I didn’t get up once during either of my flights today. I’m sure you can imagine what that did to my bladder. And legs and back. And what they did to me in revenge.
[7] I define horizon here as “where earth meets sky,” and since this sunrise occurred between sky and more sky, I say it had no horizon. So cool.
[8] Of the My Little variety, of course.
[9] And by “everyone” I mean “the people with window seats.”
[10] That adventure gets another post.
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