I’ve never really minded flying. Probably because from take-off to touch down, I’m out cold. The plane’s vibrations, the hum of the engine and din of other voices… well, they’re as good as any little blue pill for me. ValiumAir. Right from the moment the plane starts to taxi, my eyes get heavy and I won’t be cognizant of anything else until the captain turns weatherman and it’s seventy-two degrees and partly cloudy and welcome to my destination, it was a pleasure flying with me.
Yawn, stretch, careful when opening overhead compartments.
Once, on a connecting flight from Boston to Chicago, I fell asleep per usual and woke up two hours later on the shoulder of the man next to me. Our internal magnets must have aligned just right, because once asleep, I apparently drifted right for his fatherly shoulder and stayed there. I was mortified. But not only did the gracious stranger not seem at all bothered, he said that he himself had caught a few winks. I was so embarrassed I got the hiccups. And I’ve selected a window seat when possible ever since.
I bring my own pillow, too.
I prefer to fly at night. Not only is it a better use of time (one less vacation day to take) it works quite nicely with my in-flight narcolepsy.
My flight tonight isn’t until sometime after 8 which leaves me another whole workday to wish I was already on vacation. There’s a good book in my purse, some new-to-me music on my iPod and four pairs of flip flops taunting me from my black rolling suitcase and the prospect of some peace, quiet and time with the folks I love calling like a beacon from out West. It’s going to be a good, good week in the country.
Just so you know: When I get back, things are going to be a little different. But don’t fret – change is good (usually) and besides, we knew things couldn’t stay the same forever.
Also: I searched and searched for an MP3 of Glass Tiger’s Don’t Forget Me When I’m Gone and sadly, came up empty handed. I’m hoping it’ll get stuck in your head anyway. Grin.
Catch ya on the flipside, my friends.
have a great time out west, fish. life is good out this way.
Have a great time! But wait, change?!
Heh heh – I can’t wait to see the reaction. Have a wonderful time, relax and enjoy the fam. Sir is in excellent hands.
Happy trails Fish!
What book is in your purse? I’m always fascinated by what people are currently reading (even magazines count)–and a little disturbed if the answer is “Nothing.”
Have a safe trip!
have a wonderful vacation. we’ll miss you here in blog land and i, myself, am anxious to see what this change is all about!
Have so much fun and be safe!! We’ll miss you!
Have a fantastic time. We will miss you indeed! Hey, we’re sort of on the same wavelength today…
different? different how? i fear change.
i’m having so much fun guessing what the change is going to be like for you. i have ideas…one going one way and the other the opposite way, and they both seem good. best wishes.
safe travels! i, too, am afflicted with this so-called in-flight narcolepsy…it also takes hold in most any motorized vehicles…in the car i have dubbed it carcolepsy. do you usually get the hiccups when you’re embarrassed? this made me laugh.
Hmm, would the change involve the color of your web site? Don’t get me wrong I love the look of your site, I love all of it. But when reading it at work ( I know I’m bad ) it’s hard to convice anyone who walks by that I’m working hard on the latest project when my screen is glowing pink.
I’m flying from California to London in 2.5 weeks. Please Lord let me sleep like Fish does on my 12 hour flight.
They play that song on the cheesy soft rock Live365 internet radio station, I listen to while I’m at work!!
Have a great time on your vacation!
The girl knows how to drum up some serious anticipation.
Can’t wait to see what’s in store! Travel safe.
I agree with Christian…tps reports are never pink.
change?! eek!
I can;t wait to be on a plane in 5 weeks to NYC. Have a good time
little tidbit for you:
There was even a Rich ”El Guapo” Garces update from Fort Myers, Fla. The former Sox reliever, who was recently re-signed by the organization, pitched another inning for the Sox’ Gulf Coast League team yesterday. His fastball topped out at 89 m.p.h. as he struck out the side, but he also allowed a solo homer.
Hope you remember to bring me something!
speaking of narcolepsy…one night, years ago, the loml returned from a meeting at church and asked ‘did you know that our assistant pastor is a necrophiliac?’
‘what?!?’
‘he’s a necrophiliac.’
‘what in the world makes you think that?!?’
‘he told us. he was at the meeting tonight.’
‘and he told you that ?!? what was he doing, asking for prayers?’
‘no.’
‘well how did he announce this?’
‘he said that he was sad because it means he can’t ride his motorcycle any more.’
say goodnight, gracie.
the loml. i love her so much!
me too!
metoometoometoo!!
Not sure where “out West” you’re going, but I just returned from spending 5 glorious days in beautiful Seattle, WA. Perfect weather. Gorgeous blue skies, spectacular mountains, and breath-taking views of the surrounding water. I absolutely love it there. I hope you enjoy your vacation as much as I did.
Have a safe trip! It was nice visiting your blog. Will look forward to your return update!
I see your Glass Tiger and raise you a Culture Club:
Kharma, Kharma, Kharma Chameleon….Come and Go, Come and Go…
Have a great vacation.
Oh, and bring on the change! Mom says it’s as good as rest.
I fear change.
Lucky you – able to sleep on planes! I’m so jealous!
Have a wonderful vacation.
Here’s an MP3 of “Don’t Forget Me (When I’m Gone)”:
http://rapidshare.de/files/3765194/Glass_Tiger_-_Don_t_Forget_Me__When_I_m_Gone_.mp3.html
I met Glass Tiger when I was 4 or 5 years old, and I had an empty pop can with me, and the singer took it and crushed it and told me to keep it because “it’ll be worth something.”
I did not keep the pop can.