Air rants and rollerblades

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Thursday, January 5, 2006

Before regaling you all with tales of my week-long excursion home in MA, I need to rant.
Airplanes drive me crazy. Well, it's a love/hate relationship really. I understand the necessity and need, but gosh darn it, why does it always have to be so complicated? Flying home is a full day affair and I do not like it.
For example, my most previous flight experience was not horrible, but completely and utterly hassle-ridden. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
I do consider myself a risk-taker. I revel in thrills that include jumping out of a plane, off a cliff, bridge, etc, etc. But this does not mean that I desperately crave a flight complete with bumps, pops, and horrendous screeching noises. You may argue that its inconsistent of me to trust a rope tied around my ankles and not a Boeing 7 6 something something, but when I'm flying I need not hear screeching spewing up from the bowels of the airplane. The noise I experienced was not unlike the noise your car grudgingly emits when you turn the ignition full force forgetting your car is already turned on. You know the sound.. I can't be the only flighty driver in the northeast. It was this sound.. Tenfold. Good God forget the $5 headphones and give me some damn earplugs.

Ok ok its likely I'm exaggerating. But let me include that this flight took place January 1st. The day after New Years Eve. The day after the partying, drinking, and debauchery that every major holiday involves. I was a bit irritable.
Another wonderful aspect of Flight 1682 that made matters worse: the central air was in and out of order, making for a toasty flight. I could not roll up my sleeves, let alone take off my jacket, because of the graffiti-like display of words and sketchings covering my body that I had acquired the previous night by way of permanent black marker. "By the way, it says BALLS on your face."

So sweating like an NDA girl waiting for her pregnancy test results, ( I had to I had to) and nursing wounds gathered from various wrestling matches the night before (reason number #187 to not fly the day after new years eve), I sat back and tried not to be frustrated. Soon I was handed the flight snack of granola mix, crackers, and shortbread. SHORTBREAD?!? My grandmother doesn't even eat shortbread. Whatever happened to Chex Mix? Cookies? Oreos?? (And I don't even like Oreos.. but you get the idea) And considering the fact that I just spend 4 + hours in Atlanta airport without cinnabon (Yes Atlanta is on my list of worst-airlines-EVER because it lacks a Cinnabon.), I was pretty miffed. To not sound ridiculously biased, the Gourmet Gouda Cheesespread was better than expected. That is until I tried to put it on the shortbread. No dice. It'll always just be shortbread.

'So what is the perk of flying? Are there any?', you may ask. Yes. The perk. The one wonderful perk: SkyMiles. Soon it'll get to the point where I won't travel to visit people, I'll travel to boost my mileage points. It's a lonely victory I can only truly apreaciate in the privacy of my own home while opening my aol.com account to find the Delta email that says just how many miles I racked up on my previous flight. I'm obsessed. I have skymileage with Delta, America West, United... I've got them all. I figure why miss any opportunities for upping my mileage within any airline. I may need a support group soon. Skymiles are a little like the Market Basket cookie card you all had when you were 7. You hated going to the grocery store with your mom, BUT that didn't lessen your excitement about getting a (miniscule) chocolate chip cookie and a little hole punch to show that you did in fact receive and eat that cookie. Fill up all the holes and you get a new card. Woo. Hoo. Will I ever use my Skymiles? Are they even worth anything? Who knows. Maybe I'll get the chance to upgrade to 1st class 8 years from now, but for the time being I love to see those points rack up.


Well that just took a lot out of me. Home was terrific, I must add. Although need I? Even my dog loved having me home.. crazy Juan Bailey's tweak out to my arrival couldn't have been more appreciated. Perhaps I'll list the highlights when I post the pictures. One day was especially terrific though. I went to Roll- On America in the great town of Leominster, MA. Yup, I strapped on rented rollerblades (forgot mine in san diego) and skated round and round and round and round... Had pizza, soda, played loads of videos games. What a day! (For those still wondering why I did such a thing.. my sister and I took out my little cousins for our Day O Fun of this season. Family is awesome.)

Good to see you crazies. And for those I missed (Alyssa .. a mere 10 minutes ahhh!), I'll be back. Or you could always come visit : )
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