This is from last week. I’ll come up with something newer, I just haven’t yet. It’s unfinished, so I’m just going to leave it and move onto something else.
I’m at my gate at Hobby, waiting for my flight home. Despite the circumstances (my grandfather’s funeral), it has been a good trip. I was going to send out a touching message in case something happened to me on the flight (flying is safe, but accidents happen), and then I realized that I probably wouldn’t be posting this to the Internet until I got home…. unless it takes more time than usual for my flight to load. I just don’t care what my boarding number is on Southwest. I just put it there because if I was going anywhere, that’s the only thing Dana would want to know. It still makes me laugh to remember her being borderline diarrhea every time we traveled, finger on the mouse and victorious when making it into A group. Meanwhile, I know I’m going to be sitting next to a stranger and how strange they are is likely less strange than me.
I don’t need to sit down during the parade of weirdos at the cattle call.
The only thing that I thought might trip me up didn’t, because both of my flights have been middle of the day. I forgot to put my Known Traveler Number on my boarding pass, so I had to spend longer at security. However, both airports have been great. The only thing I can’t find is a decent cup of coffee, so I got a sugar free Red Bull instead (there was no other option. Not my favorite, but it’ll do.). I didn’t get to have my favorite this trip, Diet Big Red, but that’s only because I went to several convenience stores and none of them had it. I’ll just have to wait for another trip to Texas that’s long enough to go to HEB for Diet Wild Red, which is actually better. Everything from HEB is better. Give up.
I also didn’t get a Dr Pepper shake from Whataburger or Dr Pepper Float Blue Bell, but that’s okay. I had as much sugar as I could hold, anyway, including a “share size” bag of pretzel M&Ms, and the cutest child known to God and man wouldn’t be able to beg one off me. With snacks, the general rule is “I don’t know how many pieces are in a serving, but I’m going to go with “way less than I just ate.”
Speaking of eating, someone made a brisket for the potluck before the funeral, and it’s the one thing I would have specifically gone out for if they hadn’t. Oh, and there’s several good BBQ places in Houston. I’m not a purist and have to go to the same place until I’m dead, forever and ever, amen. I didn’t have time to go to Chuy’s, either, which is why I’m so glad they’ve built one in Rockville, MD, relatively close to my house. There are more in northern Virginia, but that’s kind of a hike for an on the fly trip.
I can’t decide if I want to go home right away, because once I get there, I will completely fall apart. Not in terms of grief, in terms of exhaustion. It was a haul having two four hour trips in two days, but I wouldn’t have missed seeing everyone for anything in the world. The only reason I didn’t go to my grandmother’s funeral six years ago is that we in DC were snowed in. So, I got to see Jason and hear him sing, ooh and ahh over weight loss and new boyfriends and how cute everyone looks in the dresses they got at Ross for $3.99! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? Touch me. 😛
How do all women get cute dresses at Ross on clearance for pennies? It cracks me up, like Carol Burnett in “Went with the Wind….” “Oh, I just saw it in the window.” What I know is that if I wore cute dresses, I’d probably shop at Ross, too.
(They always have cute boys’ clothes, and that’s 90% of what I wear. It’s because with button downs, the shoulders fit perfectly. Nothing irritates me more than women’s clothes that try to imitate men’s clothes, because it’s just the worst of both.)
Anyway, I only have a tiny pilot case and a backpack, plus all the museums will hold luggage for you. I will just see how it goes.
Stories That Are All True 