The Limo picked us up early. Also it wasn't so much a limo as a Grand Marquis, but let's just skip that part. We arrived at the airport around 6:00. We checked in by 6:30. The funny thing about holiday travel is that you never know where you'll make your connection. We were supposed to go through St. Louis, but ended up switching in Chicago (Yay!) but Mom paniced because Chicago means cold and cold means ice and Ice means deformed wings and that means a painful death for us all! AND WHY DO THE TAGS ON OUR LUGGAGE SAY NEW DELHI! WE'RE GOING TO LA! AAAAH!
We went to the security line which stretched almost to the US Airways ticket counter at the other end of the airport. I was thirsty and thus annoying. Tim was simply annoying. I got a Mountain Dew and was placated. After an eternity of waiting (one of the more entertaing moments, someone was cutting in line and got sent to the very back. Heh Heh Heh.) the pressure and close proximity to other people left me sweatier than Christina Aguleria after having hot monkey sex with what ever living organism happens to be in her line of vision, we finally made our way to the gate.
We boarded the plane without incident. We were in various seats scattered throughout the airplane, but Mom (who is already majorly stressed at this point) had a middle seat. Aww...sad. It seemed like forever to get going, but we finally did (and anyone who knows where to buy hilarious old airline safety demonstration equipment needs to contact me, because I totally want some) Finally, the engines roared to life, hurtling us down the runway at a speed that Orville and Wilbur Wright never could have imagined. The runway was bumpy and rattled the plastic so much that I was positive that the bags had indeed shifted in flight.
We're now at 60,000 with 30 minutes until landing. Weather in Chicago is clear and cold with the temperature at 11 degrees. Brrr. The flight attendant just did her thang and got all the Apple Juice containers from the passengers.
Gate Information is as follows
All Artists Arriving at Austin:Gate H-15
Dumb Denziens of Dear Denver: Gate K-15
Many Many Madisonians: Gate G-10
I'm done with this
It is beautiful looking down on Illinois though. Hey! Look!
Wheatfield! The plane makes the "ding ding" noise that probably means disaster, but sounds ever so pleasant. We're decending into Chicago, whic is pretty cool. I hope I can get an Entertainment Weekly at O'Hare because I've already finished the American Airlines in-flight magazine with Kiefer.
More Convorsation...
Sophia: So You're like engaged to everyone? Even me? Cause that's just creepy
Michael: It's not voluntary. Believe me. I just wonder who I'm going to be engaged to now?
Jonah: Remember those times when I was vaguely gay?
Michael: Oh Lord, not you too
Jonah: Nah. I'm just screwing with your mind.
Michael: So who's my new...fiance?
Nathan: That would be me.
Michael *Gasp* *Faint*
Tomorrow: "100,000 Airplanes: Part Two" From Chicago to LA.
