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dolariSo, I'm siting at the airport McDonalds, eating
VEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY slowly because they have power outlets, and
you an't sit here unless you buy something. It's a racket, I tells ya. But, considering
I'd had nothing but French fries since 3AM, It's not a bad meal. Just a very very very slow
one. LEt's see if I can makle this Asian Chicken salad last two hours.
So, where do we begin.
Packing went pertty easy wardrobe aside, which I spent several hours mixing and matching
something to something else in an attempt to find three days of nice clothes, and traveling
clothes. The Big Red/Dr. Pepper is in a cooler sitting on a tarmac somewhere, hopefully
going to show up in Minneapolis, my art stuff along with shampoo and HBA that I hope don't
leak, are in a box, on same tarmac. I've got my overcrammed purse, and somewhat regularly
crammed Bag o' Clothes, and a battery that's at 48%.
Make that 49%
Wedensday
Anyways, the trip to San Antonio was actually pretty fun, because
driving a massively huge Tahoe boat while half asleep down county roads makes for a fun
video game version of Death Race 2006. I don't remember much of the trip other than I
showed mom my apartments, and wants me to get the first apartment complex. I do to. We'll
see what's in my wallet on the 25th.
I managed to get home about 6, hung out with the family till about 10, went to the guest
room, and fell asleep. Sorta.
When I sleep and need to wake up early, or wake up at a time I'm not used to, I'll turn on a
TV. The TV keeps my barely aware conscious aware of time and what not. The weather channel
was the only station that didn't have infomercials and who knows, maybe I'd soak up weather
reports by osmosis.
IT turns out I did. I swear, in the middle of one of their "Storm Stories" hours I dreamed
of a very special episode of Wheel of Fortune. And all the phrases they had to guess were
thunder storm warnings. It had Pat Sajak saying things like "You got it! Thunderstorm
Warning for Chicago!" ::audience cheers:: "By the way, if you're outside, Chicago, make
sure to take shelter in a sturdy room!"
Thursday
I actually woke up at about 3:30 totally unable to sleep anymore,
which was good, considering I was gonna get up at 4:30 anyways. I did the morning bathrooms
rituals, and then came The Big Day.
Mom and I don't see eye to eye on the transgender thing. Almost 15 years she's known, and
everything it comes up, she gives me the "But, I thought you stopped doing that!" routine!
And here I was getting dressed in an outfit that would certainly not ping any security
concerns. I HAD to look like my ID name did, at my parents house, with a ride to the
airport hanging on the line. They knew I was gonna do this, there would be no excuses....
...and...there weren't. IT was a total non-issue! For the first time since I told here,
here I was, dressed, made up, ready to get on a flight...and nothing.
::WHEW::
I was seriously concerned about that. It's kind of like HAL 9000 in 2010. Everything
hinged on people being able to trust the rebuilt HAL and that he wouldn't go psycho again
when faced with something that may destroy him. The whole trip hinged on mom decideing that
she would allow me to go as I Was.
And she did. Not even a bat of the eye. After all the fighting and arguing and browbeating
on all sides...nothing! She gave me a cell phone, a kiss and sent me on my way into the
airport.
So you're watching the original Superman I. Otis is walking down the street about to pick
up a newpaper for LEx. There's that tuba piece of music playing. Cue it.
I can carry one box.
I can carry one box and a purse.
Sometimes I can carry two boxes.
I had four, and suddenly I was Clark KEnt without the superpowers. I'm a total klutzy
bumbler when it comes to organizing boxes and whatnot. IT was a areally comical scene, me
holding a cooler and box up to my chest, a purse slung over the shoulder, and holding my
other bag with two or three fingers. Now manage to get them all moving around. That's me.
I got everything checked in finally, slightly-less-stumbled my way back to the security
checkin, and slowly was herded to the metal detectors, where my Kick Ass Scrunch Boots of
Doom triggered a "Put the shoes on the XRay machine. NOW." Thankfully, the leather wasn't
radioactive or containing anything close to high grade reactant. And I was let in.
I found my way to the gate, and sat down. On a lark, I turned on the laptop to see what kind of wireless access I could get. And ::BLINK:: something connected as soon as I turned on the laptop. IT was just a Linksys label, open config, so I logged into my secure EMail which will tell you what you're logging into. It was a some Airport Business Access, I'm assuming for a restaurant. So I logged in, updated the websites and what not and answered EMail. I wasn't the only one enjoying the free internet.
I'd never flown Northwest before, or anything that wasn't a 737 variant. So I was on an Airbus A319. Well, the seats are Very Cramped, and not Super Cramped like Southwests are, and they charge for snacks...the stwards are dressed to the nines, though. I thought my stweard was the CAPTAIN for a while there.
The flight was pretty boring. I wanted to take new cloud pics for AWFW (the ones I used now were taken in 2004 with a terrible camera), but there wasn't anything all that picturesque. It was all haze for 90% of the trip.
And now I'm here in Minneapolis, on my way to Raliegh. You know, sometimes I complain that Southwest is the Urban Transit bus of the airways. You wanna go from Austin to Raleigh? You're stoppping in Houston, New Orleans, Birmingham, Nashville, then Raleigh. But at least it was sort of a straight line. I'm in Minneapolis. :)
I have 68% of my battery charged. And am down to lima beans in my salad. I wonder if they'll give me a hassle for nursing a Coke for another hour. :)
VEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY slowly because they have power outlets, and
you an't sit here unless you buy something. It's a racket, I tells ya. But, considering
I'd had nothing but French fries since 3AM, It's not a bad meal. Just a very very very slow
one. LEt's see if I can makle this Asian Chicken salad last two hours.
So, where do we begin.
Packing went pertty easy wardrobe aside, which I spent several hours mixing and matching
something to something else in an attempt to find three days of nice clothes, and traveling
clothes. The Big Red/Dr. Pepper is in a cooler sitting on a tarmac somewhere, hopefully
going to show up in Minneapolis, my art stuff along with shampoo and HBA that I hope don't
leak, are in a box, on same tarmac. I've got my overcrammed purse, and somewhat regularly
crammed Bag o' Clothes, and a battery that's at 48%.
Make that 49%
Wedensday
Anyways, the trip to San Antonio was actually pretty fun, because
driving a massively huge Tahoe boat while half asleep down county roads makes for a fun
video game version of Death Race 2006. I don't remember much of the trip other than I
showed mom my apartments, and wants me to get the first apartment complex. I do to. We'll
see what's in my wallet on the 25th.
I managed to get home about 6, hung out with the family till about 10, went to the guest
room, and fell asleep. Sorta.
When I sleep and need to wake up early, or wake up at a time I'm not used to, I'll turn on a
TV. The TV keeps my barely aware conscious aware of time and what not. The weather channel
was the only station that didn't have infomercials and who knows, maybe I'd soak up weather
reports by osmosis.
IT turns out I did. I swear, in the middle of one of their "Storm Stories" hours I dreamed
of a very special episode of Wheel of Fortune. And all the phrases they had to guess were
thunder storm warnings. It had Pat Sajak saying things like "You got it! Thunderstorm
Warning for Chicago!" ::audience cheers:: "By the way, if you're outside, Chicago, make
sure to take shelter in a sturdy room!"
Thursday
I actually woke up at about 3:30 totally unable to sleep anymore,
which was good, considering I was gonna get up at 4:30 anyways. I did the morning bathrooms
rituals, and then came The Big Day.
Mom and I don't see eye to eye on the transgender thing. Almost 15 years she's known, and
everything it comes up, she gives me the "But, I thought you stopped doing that!" routine!
And here I was getting dressed in an outfit that would certainly not ping any security
concerns. I HAD to look like my ID name did, at my parents house, with a ride to the
airport hanging on the line. They knew I was gonna do this, there would be no excuses....
...and...there weren't. IT was a total non-issue! For the first time since I told here,
here I was, dressed, made up, ready to get on a flight...and nothing.
::WHEW::
I was seriously concerned about that. It's kind of like HAL 9000 in 2010. Everything
hinged on people being able to trust the rebuilt HAL and that he wouldn't go psycho again
when faced with something that may destroy him. The whole trip hinged on mom decideing that
she would allow me to go as I Was.
And she did. Not even a bat of the eye. After all the fighting and arguing and browbeating
on all sides...nothing! She gave me a cell phone, a kiss and sent me on my way into the
airport.
So you're watching the original Superman I. Otis is walking down the street about to pick
up a newpaper for LEx. There's that tuba piece of music playing. Cue it.
I can carry one box.
I can carry one box and a purse.
Sometimes I can carry two boxes.
I had four, and suddenly I was Clark KEnt without the superpowers. I'm a total klutzy
bumbler when it comes to organizing boxes and whatnot. IT was a areally comical scene, me
holding a cooler and box up to my chest, a purse slung over the shoulder, and holding my
other bag with two or three fingers. Now manage to get them all moving around. That's me.
I got everything checked in finally, slightly-less-stumbled my way back to the security
checkin, and slowly was herded to the metal detectors, where my Kick Ass Scrunch Boots of
Doom triggered a "Put the shoes on the XRay machine. NOW." Thankfully, the leather wasn't
radioactive or containing anything close to high grade reactant. And I was let in.
I found my way to the gate, and sat down. On a lark, I turned on the laptop to see what kind of wireless access I could get. And ::BLINK:: something connected as soon as I turned on the laptop. IT was just a Linksys label, open config, so I logged into my secure EMail which will tell you what you're logging into. It was a some Airport Business Access, I'm assuming for a restaurant. So I logged in, updated the websites and what not and answered EMail. I wasn't the only one enjoying the free internet.
I'd never flown Northwest before, or anything that wasn't a 737 variant. So I was on an Airbus A319. Well, the seats are Very Cramped, and not Super Cramped like Southwests are, and they charge for snacks...the stwards are dressed to the nines, though. I thought my stweard was the CAPTAIN for a while there.
The flight was pretty boring. I wanted to take new cloud pics for AWFW (the ones I used now were taken in 2004 with a terrible camera), but there wasn't anything all that picturesque. It was all haze for 90% of the trip.
And now I'm here in Minneapolis, on my way to Raliegh. You know, sometimes I complain that Southwest is the Urban Transit bus of the airways. You wanna go from Austin to Raleigh? You're stoppping in Houston, New Orleans, Birmingham, Nashville, then Raleigh. But at least it was sort of a straight line. I'm in Minneapolis. :)
I have 68% of my battery charged. And am down to lima beans in my salad. I wonder if they'll give me a hassle for nursing a Coke for another hour. :)
