I think Heidi's comment on my previous post sums it up. Boy, did I crash. (Not literally...I mean, the planes got me here just fine.) But I slept on the first flight (while the guy next to me held the armrests in a death-grip), and then I was awake for a short layover, and then I slept on the second plane while we waited for the luggage to get there (it was supposed to take 5 minutes but actually ended up delaying us about half an hour), and then I slept most of the rest of the flight (except for where the flight attendant told us, "If you have not been in a moving vehicle since 1964, then perhaps you need me to explain to you how to work your seatbelt"--she was funny), and then after dinner I fell asleep off and on while trying to watch A League of Extraordinary Gentlemen on tv.
Did you know that Simon and Garfunkel have a song that is based, melodically and harmonically, off a chorale from Bach's St. Matthew Passion? Yeah. I didn't. The ironic thing is that I had had that very song (the Bach version: "O Haupt voll Blut und Wunden") stuck in my head for a period of time on Saturday. Randomly, because I hadn't been listening to it or anything. Then last night, as I was playing with my dad's iPod, this song started. It was amazing. Even more amazingly, it's called "American Tune," which I think might be a tad misleading. But it's a cool song. You should check it out.
I was informed last night that a guy from my high school class is living here again, working in the deli where I worked my college summers. Apparently my mom talked to him the other day, and he asked about me and seemed quite interested in the fact that I'm not married yet. (He had a crush on me in high school.) Great.... (In my dad's words, "She's turned down better than him.") I don't mean to sound unkind, but suffice it to say that I'm not interested in anyone who smokes weed and has no long-term life goals....
I wore flip-flops on the plane yesterday. I always feel better wearing soft, non-heeled shoes when I'm flying, but it's not for the reason you might think (i.e., comfort). I do it in case the odds fail me and we actually do have to perform a water landing over Lake Michigan. I mean, I realize the odds are miniscule and I don't get on board a plane expecting something like that to happen, but I'd like to think that if all the other odds were against me and we did have to depart the plane over water, I'd be wearing shoes that wouldn't poke holes in the raft.
I know that sounds silly, but it's true. Well, I should go for a jog or something. Happy Fourth of July!
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Another benefit of wearing flip-flops (remember when they were called "thongs", before that, ahem, other garment stole the name? Anyway.) is that if they make you remove your shoes in the airport, it takes no time at all.
Very true! And some people (aka my mom) still do call them "thongs." My brother and I are always having to correct her when she says it in public because it just sounds so...improper...when your mother asks you something about your thongs when you are in a public place. :)
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