Saturday, May 17, 2008

when did i become this person? (so not as serious as it sounds)

so the flying thing is no better. when did this happen? i don't ever remember getting nervous about flying and the only time i remember feeling sick on a plane there's a chance i could have had help in that direction from a little something called beer. but, nope. yesterday. i got on the plane. i was feeling fine. i was a little amped up about getting to take a mini-vacation. i was jammin' to some eric hutchinson on the trusty iPod and reading my better homes and garden magazine (yeah. did i mention i am old now?). then we start heading down the runway and i suddenly want to leap out of my seat and beg the flight attendants to let me OFF OF THIS HORRIBLE TUBE OF METAL WHERE I AM TRAPPED WITH 100 OTHER PEOPLE. I DON'T WANT TO GO HURTLING THROUGH THE SKY AT A MILLION MILES AN HOUR. PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME!

luckily. i am cool under pressure, so i didn't do that.

i finally calmed myself down. i wasn't able to sleep, which was NOT fun. but like a big girl, i sat back and dealt with my 2.5 hours trapped in the very nice midwest airlines leather seats and i ate their warm chocolate chip cookie when they brought it to me. so i figured all was well. and then we started our descent. i'm not even going to discuss the turbulence. nope. our pilot came over the speaker to tell us we were nearing milwaukee (i flew into milwaukee because it is just as close to erin in drive time and i got a better deal). so i start preparing for the landing, which HAS always been my least favorite part of flying. anyway. i start looking out the window at what i KNOW is the city of milwaukee. i even chuckled at myself because i completely forgot it sits on the shore of lake michigan. but then i noticed we weren't getting any lower. in fact, i felt like we were climbing again. and then the next thing i know we are waaaaaaaaaaay out over the lake and i couldn't see any land. instead of using ration and realizing we were probably going to loop back around and head toward the airport, i completely believed for like 15 seconds that our pilot was lost. or that he was trying to kidnap us.

but. he didn't. or he remembered where he was going. whatever. we landed and now i am snuggled in erin's guest bed wondering where she got her sheets because i really like them. also. i'm debating the eternal question: capris or jeans?

we're meeting up with jessica sometime later this afternoon down in the lincoln park or wicker park areas. happy weekend everyone!

1 comment:

Janet said...

What - no one has been here to wish you a Happy Birthday ? Well, I'm the first :-) But the card is in the mail ! Love, Aunt J!