Jan 06 2009
Blogging from 20,000 Feet
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In the air for the next three hours, there is very little to do except sit scrunched in my little seat and hope that we don’t bounce too much more. I’d like to keep the little bit of breakfast I was able to eat at 5 am in my stomach if I can help it.
I’m sitting here waiting for my large snack of peanuts and coffee. Bring me a coffee please because I have been up since 4:30 this morning and I am a mess of foggy brain. We are on our way to Florida to visit the snowbird parents. On our way to straight, republican hell I call it. Stepford for the wealthy, rich and white of America. Check it out online. It is the Villages in The Villages, FL. It is nice to be going somewhere warm and I shouldn’t complain, but we spend a week pretending that we are sisters instead of wives.
Why, you say, would two women who are legally married to each other pretend that they are sisters? Because sometimes it isn’t worth the explaining or the shocked expressions of those around you when tell them. We aren’t into forcing our lifestyle onto anyone, and really I just want to be married to my wife not make a political statement about it.
So here I am, bouncing again barely able to keep my hands on the keyboard. We are flying Southwest Airlines and if you know nothing about Southwest, understand that they do offer some of the best deals on the internet today. I am not getting anything to plug Southwest, I wish I were, but we have flown to Florida at least 10 times and Southwest is always the cheapest way to go. Plus, the stewardesses are funny and irreverent, a small blip of humor in an otherwise boring, tight quartered trip.
As I said, we are traveling to Florida from Massachusetts, right after the holidays. Southwest is great about offering pre-boarding passes to those that need extra time to board and today we took advantage of this with my wife being 7 months pregnant. The problem is that everyone traveling on a Tuesday back to Florida in the winter needs a pre-boarding pass. Between wheelchairs and canes, the woman next to me said it best, “It sucks to get old.”
20,000 feet up and 2 ½ left to go in the flight, I’ve already read my book some, flipped through a magazine and resorted to blogging a post that I can publish later. When I have to sit still my mind can’t. I’ve ordered a coca-cola, maybe that will make me feel better.
