I wrote this stream-of-consciousness post at LAX on Friday while waiting for my flight to San Francisco. I had to heavily edit it this evening before publishing, though. As written it was a little strange – even by my standards.
My flight to San Francisco doesn’t leave for almost two hours, but I’m already sitting in Terminal 3 of LAX waiting for it. That’s the only problem taking Supershuttle. The latest they would pick me up for a 7:15 PM flight was 4:40 PM even though I only live a few miles south of the airport. I know they do that to make sure no one get upset about a missed flight, but it sure does get me to the airport early. These are the times I wish I had some sort of broadband internet service on my laptop. It certainly would make the hours I spend sitting at the airport more enjoyable. I will definitely consider it when I get an iPad (although I’m probably going to wait until the iPad 3 comes out, which could be a while). So what else can I do to pass the time before my flight? I could go get something to eat, but my stomach doesn’t usually cooperate if I eat anything before I fly. Something about sitting hunched up and not moving for a long time makes it very unhappy. Granted, this is going to be a very short flight (on the order of an hour) so I shouldn’t have as much trouble as I do with cross-country flights, but I’d rather not risk it. Any food item at the airport is overpriced and probably not worth it anyway. So besides writing this post on my laptop and watching movies on my iPhone, my most promising source of entertainment right now is picking up a magazine or two. It’s my favorite time of year for cooking magazines too so I’m considering going to the little gift shop and buying a couple of them to read. Paula Deen’s latest issue looked promising and any Thanksgiving tips I can gather would be good. Speaking of Thanksgiving, I have no idea what Dan and I are doing yet. Earlier this week I looked up a couple of restaurants to see who is even serving Thanksgiving dinner this year. We went to Craft last year and it was delicious. However, I had a good excuse for not cooking dinner for us at home. I got on a plane to DC for a business trip on Black Friday last year. That was a surreal experience. Riding to the airport at 3:30 AM for a 6 AM flight is usually very quiet and peaceful, but I learned that things are very different on Black Friday. I know folks like to shop early that day, but why in the heck were the freeways packed in the wee hours of the morning? Only my work duties could drag me out of bed to go anywhere in the middle of the night – I don’t understand how shopping can do it. My family has never been much for Black Friday shopping. I usually stay home to avoid the crowds. Cyber Monday is more my speed. Going back to Thanksgiving for a minute, I just used my iPhone to look up Melisse (the French restaurant where Dan and I went for our anniversary last year) and see what reservation times they had available for Thanksgiving. Then I texted Dan (who is in Las Vegas with his fraternity brothers for the weekend) to see how he felt about a 7 PM Thanksgiving dinner at Melisse. He was excited about it so I booked the reservation! I love technology. Two years ago I would have been stuck in the airport waiting for a flight with no way to access the internet. Now I can just pick up my iPhone. Amazing. That’s one of the reasons I think I’ll get broadband internet service when I get an iPad. As much as I love my little laptop, I can see how wonderful an iPad would be when traveling. Not only would it be perfect for watching movies, but it would also be an e-reader (to replace my beloved Kindle, but let’s not think about that), and I could write these crazy stream-of-consciousness posts on it too. Not that the world is a better place with my inane writings, but they sure do make me happy. I write my blog solely for me. That’s the only thing that’s kept it going for the last twelve years! I never considered myself much of a writer, but I always feel like I have something to say so maybe that makes me one by definition. I would never presume to think that what I have to say is meaningful to anyone but me, though. One of my favorite sayings is, “So much to write, so little of it interesting to anyone but me.” My blog is my outlet and it feels so good when I put something into words exactly the way I wanted to say it. That doesn’t happen very often, but it’s magical when it does. OK, my flight is boarding in twenty minutes so I think I’d better go see about those cooking magazines. Paula Deen may be one crazy-eyed woman, but she sure has some delicious recipes.