I gotta say, Florida is beautiful from the plane.
Everything is so green and vibrant. The great big blue expanse of the ocean is stunning instead of mildly terrifying the way it usually is to a girl from the plains who doesn’t know how to swim.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I am not a good flyer. A sad fact I discovered when I took my first flight ever to Mexico with my parents at age 11 and had to be calmed down before even boarding the plane.
Today’s flight was no exception.
Moments after take off, probably around the time we reached “cruising altitude” I started feeling nauseous. I have a sinking suspicion that my nausea might have had only 50% to do with my motion sickness and 50% to do with the huge margarita I chose to drink for breakfast while waiting for my flight.Â
Isn’t that what you do in an airport?
Drink? Drink and have emotional reunions with loved ones?
Maybe. Maybe not. But that was the choice I made and I have to suffer through it.Â
I tried to sleep a bit but couldn’t since the cabin, which, overcompensating for the earlier stuffiness, was colder than a Chicago morning in February and due to the cost cuts there were no complimentary blankets for my napping pleasure offered in coach. Is it still called coach?Â
Ah it’s “economy class.”
It is peasant class.
“Let them freeze. Let them eat cake–but only if they pay for it.”
Unable to sleep I read and drank my complimentary coffee. Neither of these helped my nausea. I made small talk with the nice older lady from Tampa who was one seat away from. Thank God we had that empty seat between. I’m sure this is what kept us friendly.
“Oh my gosh! Why those are actual palm trees arent they?!” I couldn’t help but exclaim with touristic excitement. The nice lady from Tampa just smiled and gave me the same look I give tourists when they say obvious things like “the buildings are so tall here.” Or “The lakefront is so beautiful.” The one that says “Yep. That’s just how it is here. It’s no big.”
Finally the seatbelt sign went off and we all scrambled to grab our things and leave. I said goodbye to the nice lady from Tampa and headed out into the airport, which from what she tells me is “cozy.”
And now I find myself sitting in yet another airport Chili’s killing time and eavesdropping on a table of hilarious middle aged Brits.
It’s no O’hare, but it’ll do for now.
The Secret Life of Pandas 
I mean, and I LOVE margaritas. I do. LOVE them. But for breakfast. I don’t know.
ahahahahahaha. yeeeaaaah….that was a poor choice on my part. It was the only thing I ate that morning.
empty seats probably keep the world at a higher level of peace than we imagine. Yesterday I drove to another state with 4 people in a Ford Focus. I have not yet recovered, ha.
LOL. I could not imagine driving somewhere with a full car of people. for an over extended period of time.
well, if you like them, it can be fun.
what emotional reunion?
drinking on the plane, before the plane, after the plane. it’s just what smart people do.
it is lovely from the air. and the ground, at least for short periods of time. then it starts to seem kind’ve jungle-hellish. At least if you aren’t close to the water and you don’t like humidity.
enjoy your witty brits. 🙂
you know, like in the movies….
I spend most of my life comparing everything to the movies.
I was getting pretty tired of the humidity. what part of florida are you in?
I’m not presently in Florida. My wife is from there and we go back and visit. Just like that movie about the people who go home for a visit!
So where do you guys actually live?
why doez you want to know? iz you assassin? 😛
We are in North Carolina at the moment. That might change soon.
Do you guys move a lot? Weren’t you in teh haas?
We move a lot! But we were in Texas in one place or another for roughly fourteen years. We moved to NC at the end of September last year.
As a person who has never moved ever, the idea of that makes me anxious.
You were in Tampa’s airport?
Some American planes have certain middle seats blocked by a tray. I haven’t figured it out, but it’s nice because it gives you elbow room and an extra place to put your stuff.
I was in the tampa airport for 3.5 hours.
OH MY GOD. YOU LIVE IN TAMPA DON’T YOU????
Damn. 😦 I should’ve seen if you and your wife wanted to have coffee or lunch. 😦
But… I was probably in Colombia. I came down here June 25.
lol. ah okay. 🙂 then it wasn’t meant to be.
You tell everything in a way that makes me really want to keep reading :-). That’s what good writers do… and on the breakfast margarita… uh… What were you thinking? 😉 peace & sparkles
I was thinking, “I’m on holiday…bottoms up.” 😉
LOL! You go, girl 🙂