Yay Travel!
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threadwalkerI have been up since 2am Cali-time. I love luve lurve travel. Only thing that could make it better is MORE. My commentary on the trip:
1. both coming and going, we were delayed for mechanical reasons. 4hrs on the way out; 2 hrs on the way home. My opinion: thank you for NOT sending me up in planes that weren't 100%. Thank you for NOT making me board before you figured this all out. I did not get cranky at all. Helps that I did not have a connection, tho.
2. Alamo Draft House fucking rocks! Good(!!) beer, good food, no kids and a movie at the same time. We need that out here! Seriously! I like the pre-movie clip: "blah blah no cell, no talking.. blah blah...if you hear someone make noise, flag a waitress and we will take them out and kick their ass". I almost died laughing. Good thing I was quiet or they would have kicked my ass. (We saw Dark Knight. Good. Creepy. Gorey. ... basically, very Dark. go figure)
3. Beef is good. Apparently lots of beef puts me to sleep. Hard. And we had some super-excellent beef at a Brazillian restaurant in downtown called "chago" something or other. They make a mean mojito, too. And the salad bar/anti-pasta bar was worth it on its own. I totally approve of good wedding food!
4. Buddhist wedding is very stinky with incense and noisy with gong and full of long speaches. I was right at home. Thankfully, it was air conditioned!
5. The groom owns comic shop. For center-pieces, tables had comics that were "wedding" issues of various comic books. Cake topper was zombie spiderman and Mary Jane splashed in blood. I was amused. Some of the guests were confused. Yay! We found the comic geeks in Austin!
6. I angled to "bump" into the mother of the groom. We chatted for a while. She introduced me to Aunt Velma from Argentina. I got invites to come visit both... if only! The hubby has been informed that if I didn't think his brains would melt at the prosect, I'd be saving pennies to go visit my brand new friends in Spain and Argentina. Yay - Travel. Adios!
7. Airport security just needs more smiley peeps. I smiled a lot, got through lines quickly and made small talk with everyone. (I love travel. Love it to pieces.) I even got the Uber Stern guy at the metal detector (the guy who wields that no-nonsense wand) in SFO to smile, then laugh, then HE cracked some jokes and HE gave me a nickname (played on my legal name). Yay! Smiley Travel Peeps.
8. Airport food is really expensive. My next career will be to sell over-priced fruit and healthy snacks from a cart in the secure area. So I can push it around, meet peeps, and earn money for travel.
P.S. My hair did not "phoof" in Austin. My hair is anti-puffy, anti-fluffy, and anti-phoofy. Very straight.
Edit: Commical Travel Parnters - Like an Episode of Dexter's Lab
We used to play off each other imitating Dexter and Dee Dee from Dexter's Labs. The trip this weekend brought that back.
F and I are funny travel partners. I'm pretty unflappable. He's very. During delays, he fumes, grumbling "dang airports", and I shrug, whispering "yay travel!" He hates to be lost; I look at is as an adventure. During the parking fiasco on Saturday, where we zipped hither and yon looking for the lot that had a space, he was freaking about being late while I was cheering, "look, cup is half full! we have rockstar parking" cuz we got shuffled to long term international lot which is a TON closer to the airport terminals. After the 3rd take-off delay he's glaring at his watch calculating that we've missed our Saturday dinner plans with his friends in Austin (which is a bummer), but I snuggle up and say, "Gee, isn't it nice to be together?" He's dying in his suit at the wedding in the 95F+ weather and I ... um ... well, honestly, I mocked him mercilessly and gloated that girls get to wear short dresses, no socks and open-toed shoes, which are WAY more comfortable. Yeah - I'm only moslty good; the rest is trouble-maker and brat. But I'm the one for embracing the moment, finding the silly signs on store fronts, and teasing the seriousness out of him. Silly is good.
And in his mad-schemer way, he has my back when I'm just too tired to think straight. Saturday morning we were running very late and at the airport I came to the conclusion I would not have time to check my baggage as planned, so I'd have to toss my non-regulation packed toilettries, which was a bummer. F, however, figured out how I could avoid it. I also failed to get a map or directions from airport to hotel and I voted for leaving the Austin Airport to sort of wander around looking for the hotel; he got the GPS gizmo instead and we spent very little time "wandering" in circles all weekend which, despite the illogic of it, is what I would have done. It took us 30 minutes to find our car today - we forgot what level we parked on and I was Miss Frown-a-potamus because I would have bet money we were on level 2 and I kept going back there as we eliminated the other levels. But Dexter got all methodical on me and found the car on level 5 while I was wandering around on level 2 for the 3rd time staring at the spot where I'd swear it should have been parked.
This morning we were 2 hours early for our departure when the United staff announced a 2 hour delay in take off; that means over 3 hours of cooling our heals before boarding. I popped open my laptop and started in on EDJ stuff. He hunted breakfast for us and prowled our end of the Austin airport. The next delay was announced an hour later and he grumbled while I smiled. He looked over at me, "You're having a good time, aren't you?" To which I can only say, in a high pitch voice, "Of course, Dexter. This is awesome. Trapped in an airport with you is the best. Let's go look for ponies." He rolls his eyes and settles in, whispering, "Stooopid girls!" in his best Dexter voice.
I make him smile and I put life into perspective while he keeps me from stepping off the pier into the great unknown without a parachute or getting in trouble for being too chatty with security guards.
1. both coming and going, we were delayed for mechanical reasons. 4hrs on the way out; 2 hrs on the way home. My opinion: thank you for NOT sending me up in planes that weren't 100%. Thank you for NOT making me board before you figured this all out. I did not get cranky at all. Helps that I did not have a connection, tho.
2. Alamo Draft House fucking rocks! Good(!!) beer, good food, no kids and a movie at the same time. We need that out here! Seriously! I like the pre-movie clip: "blah blah no cell, no talking.. blah blah...if you hear someone make noise, flag a waitress and we will take them out and kick their ass". I almost died laughing. Good thing I was quiet or they would have kicked my ass. (We saw Dark Knight. Good. Creepy. Gorey. ... basically, very Dark. go figure)
3. Beef is good. Apparently lots of beef puts me to sleep. Hard. And we had some super-excellent beef at a Brazillian restaurant in downtown called "chago" something or other. They make a mean mojito, too. And the salad bar/anti-pasta bar was worth it on its own. I totally approve of good wedding food!
4. Buddhist wedding is very stinky with incense and noisy with gong and full of long speaches. I was right at home. Thankfully, it was air conditioned!
5. The groom owns comic shop. For center-pieces, tables had comics that were "wedding" issues of various comic books. Cake topper was zombie spiderman and Mary Jane splashed in blood. I was amused. Some of the guests were confused. Yay! We found the comic geeks in Austin!
6. I angled to "bump" into the mother of the groom. We chatted for a while. She introduced me to Aunt Velma from Argentina. I got invites to come visit both... if only! The hubby has been informed that if I didn't think his brains would melt at the prosect, I'd be saving pennies to go visit my brand new friends in Spain and Argentina. Yay - Travel. Adios!
7. Airport security just needs more smiley peeps. I smiled a lot, got through lines quickly and made small talk with everyone. (I love travel. Love it to pieces.) I even got the Uber Stern guy at the metal detector (the guy who wields that no-nonsense wand) in SFO to smile, then laugh, then HE cracked some jokes and HE gave me a nickname (played on my legal name). Yay! Smiley Travel Peeps.
8. Airport food is really expensive. My next career will be to sell over-priced fruit and healthy snacks from a cart in the secure area. So I can push it around, meet peeps, and earn money for travel.
P.S. My hair did not "phoof" in Austin. My hair is anti-puffy, anti-fluffy, and anti-phoofy. Very straight.
Edit: Commical Travel Parnters - Like an Episode of Dexter's Lab
We used to play off each other imitating Dexter and Dee Dee from Dexter's Labs. The trip this weekend brought that back.
F and I are funny travel partners. I'm pretty unflappable. He's very. During delays, he fumes, grumbling "dang airports", and I shrug, whispering "yay travel!" He hates to be lost; I look at is as an adventure. During the parking fiasco on Saturday, where we zipped hither and yon looking for the lot that had a space, he was freaking about being late while I was cheering, "look, cup is half full! we have rockstar parking" cuz we got shuffled to long term international lot which is a TON closer to the airport terminals. After the 3rd take-off delay he's glaring at his watch calculating that we've missed our Saturday dinner plans with his friends in Austin (which is a bummer), but I snuggle up and say, "Gee, isn't it nice to be together?" He's dying in his suit at the wedding in the 95F+ weather and I ... um ... well, honestly, I mocked him mercilessly and gloated that girls get to wear short dresses, no socks and open-toed shoes, which are WAY more comfortable. Yeah - I'm only moslty good; the rest is trouble-maker and brat. But I'm the one for embracing the moment, finding the silly signs on store fronts, and teasing the seriousness out of him. Silly is good.
And in his mad-schemer way, he has my back when I'm just too tired to think straight. Saturday morning we were running very late and at the airport I came to the conclusion I would not have time to check my baggage as planned, so I'd have to toss my non-regulation packed toilettries, which was a bummer. F, however, figured out how I could avoid it. I also failed to get a map or directions from airport to hotel and I voted for leaving the Austin Airport to sort of wander around looking for the hotel; he got the GPS gizmo instead and we spent very little time "wandering" in circles all weekend which, despite the illogic of it, is what I would have done. It took us 30 minutes to find our car today - we forgot what level we parked on and I was Miss Frown-a-potamus because I would have bet money we were on level 2 and I kept going back there as we eliminated the other levels. But Dexter got all methodical on me and found the car on level 5 while I was wandering around on level 2 for the 3rd time staring at the spot where I'd swear it should have been parked.
This morning we were 2 hours early for our departure when the United staff announced a 2 hour delay in take off; that means over 3 hours of cooling our heals before boarding. I popped open my laptop and started in on EDJ stuff. He hunted breakfast for us and prowled our end of the Austin airport. The next delay was announced an hour later and he grumbled while I smiled. He looked over at me, "You're having a good time, aren't you?" To which I can only say, in a high pitch voice, "Of course, Dexter. This is awesome. Trapped in an airport with you is the best. Let's go look for ponies." He rolls his eyes and settles in, whispering, "Stooopid girls!" in his best Dexter voice.
I make him smile and I put life into perspective while he keeps me from stepping off the pier into the great unknown without a parachute or getting in trouble for being too chatty with security guards.
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Date: 2008-07-28 08:18 pm (UTC)Me too--heaps and heaps. I think I could live in a hotel. That was my favourite thing about working for UL. I've never had a job send me on the road as much as they did. Now, granted, I prefer travelling for fun, but whatev. Travelling on someone else's tab has its own perks.
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Date: 2008-07-28 10:53 pm (UTC)ding-ding!
I would actually amend that today to be "until they are both in school full time" since the deal was made before there were kids and the reality is different from the speculation. Which, by the way, is a year and a month away, when Miss E hits first grade... All I need now is the job that pays for me to go to Europe. I've identified the manager... just need the job.. (muh-ha-ha!)
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Date: 2008-07-28 08:47 pm (UTC)Travel on!
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Date: 2008-07-28 10:54 pm (UTC)you are on
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Date: 2008-07-28 08:47 pm (UTC)If I ever own a theatre, that will be in 6 inch letters over the entrance!
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Date: 2008-07-28 10:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-28 10:13 pm (UTC)*snicker*
I am, of course, with you. Travel rocks. Hence my career path. :-) Hope that sometime I can drag you off as my companion for a "business trip." Compare-and-contrast the foods of Spain and Argentina, perhaps?
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