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Air travel just ain't what it used to be
Sep. 15th, 2011 07:00 amSeriously. I do not understand how flying me out of my way to LA is cheaper than flying me directly to Baltimore. Note to self, do not take a two-stop flight again. It just takes too damn long. That said, I had packed my laptop and spent some quality time with the Seven Samurai on the LA to Kansas City leg (don't need painful earbuds with subtitles and the sound off!). Also spent some of the trip reading Mark Twain's Following the Equator, acquired for $5 in Fort Bragg a couple weeks ago.
When I finally got off Flight 190, my left knee was making ominous ouchy pronouncements. I hoped I could walk it off, so when I got to baggage claim I did a slow lap around the carousel. "Need help with your bags?" No thanks, what was I in town for? Did I need someone to show me around Baltimore. That's right, O My Readers, I got hit on by a baggage handler. It wasn't creepy or anything and he cheerfully said, "Well, I had to try!" when I declined and explained I was going to be with family down here. (Knee feels just fine this morning, BTW, probably just stiffened up from all that sitting crammed up against a bulkhead.)
Mom and Elaine turned up about then. Despite the Trader Joe's fruit bars I'd remembered to stow in my handbag, I was ready to gnaw off a limb, so we headed to Annapolis and blue crab sandwiches at the Boatyard. I had mine with a tall, cool, perfect gin and tonic and a side of fries. I could've eaten two quite happily, I was that hungry.
Managed to make myself go to bed at a reasonable hour for this time zone, so I shouldn't be a complete zombie today. Meeting Mom for lunch after she gets her hair done and am looking forward to checking out her new place and maybe tooling around the historic district for a bit.
When I finally got off Flight 190, my left knee was making ominous ouchy pronouncements. I hoped I could walk it off, so when I got to baggage claim I did a slow lap around the carousel. "Need help with your bags?" No thanks, what was I in town for? Did I need someone to show me around Baltimore. That's right, O My Readers, I got hit on by a baggage handler. It wasn't creepy or anything and he cheerfully said, "Well, I had to try!" when I declined and explained I was going to be with family down here. (Knee feels just fine this morning, BTW, probably just stiffened up from all that sitting crammed up against a bulkhead.)
Mom and Elaine turned up about then. Despite the Trader Joe's fruit bars I'd remembered to stow in my handbag, I was ready to gnaw off a limb, so we headed to Annapolis and blue crab sandwiches at the Boatyard. I had mine with a tall, cool, perfect gin and tonic and a side of fries. I could've eaten two quite happily, I was that hungry.
Managed to make myself go to bed at a reasonable hour for this time zone, so I shouldn't be a complete zombie today. Meeting Mom for lunch after she gets her hair done and am looking forward to checking out her new place and maybe tooling around the historic district for a bit.
