11-27-01

Lovely, lovely fun, and also Thanksgiving. Actully my holiday was pretty good.

Wednesday: I had my alarm set to give me plenty of time to have breakfast and whatnot, however I overslept. I'm a viking at sleep. So my cab came in time (and it was from United, which shocked me), but I didn't have time for breakfast or anything. So I decided to get breakfast at the airport, providing the security lines weren't too bad.

I was able to check in with little problem, seeing as I didn't have an actual ticket or anything thanks to US Screways changing my reservations whenever they want. I decided that the best way to get my blood sugar back into the playing zone was to hit the airport Starbuck's for a muffin and gingerbread latte. I got 'quality' service, the kind of service that would make food service workers here proud. My coffee had no coffee in it, and they gave the wrong kind of muffin and then I got snippy (I love that word) when I asked for what I ordered. Like I said, lovely lovely fun.

I did make my plane in time, and my bag was only searched once at security. For some reason my asprin plus discman looks like an explosive device of some sort. Learn something every day. There was a Senator who shall remain nameless on my flight to D.C., I was very proud of myself for not pitching my empty water bottle at his head. Go me!

Thursday: Thankgiving, day of tofurkey, and turkey for most other people My father and I went to pick up my grandmother and this exchange insued:
"I think Grandma's outside already...no wait that's not Grandma.
"No it's certainly not"
"Well, I just saw white hair and a suit"
"That's everybody here"

Yes, Grandma is settled into the old folks home, it's really quite nice. My father kept making jokes about the various residents we meet in the hallways, I think that we are both going to burn in hell for some of those jokes.

Dinner was good. The best food I've in months, yes even the tofu, it was yummy in my tummy. And they gave me pecan pie, I'll do anything short of selling herion for pecan pie. I'll sell crack for instance. Not that I think that will happen, I'm just saying. Mmmm...pie.....

Friday: I never go out shopping on the morning after Thanksgiving, and in all fairness I didn't by anything while breaking my tradition this year. So I'm really not a total pawn of retail, just a little bit. Besides, I had to spend time with my mother since I was leaving on Saturday. I get a long vacation, eh? So the mall wasn't that bad, my mother still has an annoying habit of spending all her time in knick-knack stores, but whatever it's still better then looking for clothing. Now shoes on the other hand, mmmm shoes....

I went to the art muesum with Vijay in the afternoon. I think that because of some of conversation and my demonstratiing that I didn't have back pockets on the pants I was wearing several tourists from the midwest think that I'm a hooker. Go me (please note that I'm not really a hooker, I'm not easy etheir, despite what Vijay was saying)! That's always a good afternoon, classic works of art, ice cream, and trampiness.

Saturday: I hate you Peidmont/US Screways! They announced the wrong flight at first, since the counter person scouldn't tell the difference between Pittsburgh and Philly. So I was very confused by time I was told what flight was the correct one, and that I would be searched. Is it wrong that I want to make comments while being frisked? Cause the one I made did get a laugh, so I'm saying that it's not. I did have to turn on my CD player to prove that it wasn't a bomb or something. I don't think the guy much liked my choice of music, next time I'm buying heavy metal or something, just for the fun of it.

In Philly I thought I was going to late for my flight,, seeing as my flight was late getting in and the gate was in another buliding. I would have been late (and hungry) but as soon as I ran up, they announced that flight was late and the gate would changed. Then when I asked what gate and so on, mostly seeing if I had time to go get a snack, they yelled at me. Umm yeah, you see I have a ticket, bought with good American dollars, there's nothing wrong with wanting to know about the plane that I'm supposed to get on. After a while they announced the new gate, it was on the othe side of the buliding, and if I had known about it in the irst place I wouldn't have had to run all the way across the Philly airport in the first place, but anyways why would passangers want any info about their flight anyways? Darn uppity Americans. The flight itself wasn't much more fun. I was sitting in the very back of a plane from at least the 70's (and not cleaned since then) in the world's tiniest seat. Seriosly, the guy next to me kept sitting on my coat, and I did'nt even have room to cross my legs without my knee being pressed up aganist the window, it was like traveling in a noisy box. I'm only 5'6", but most of my height is in my legs and I had a headache by this point in the day, so it was a fun flight. At least I was able to get the kid in back of me to stop kicking my seat, I wasn't able to get all the screaming babies to shut up though. But I made back to Tampa in one peice, a very annoyed peice, but still.

I ended up sleeping all of Sunday, I'm still not quite sure how I managed that. Except that I woke and freaked out because I thought it was monday and I slept though my class. I was pretty out of it. My week has been stressful, mos