Traveling is an interesting thing. Being this close to so many strangers makes one first notice them, then, if you’re me, make snap judgments (is that not the BLONDEST mullet you’ve ever seen? It’s a force of nature! Take a picture!), then, if you’re still me, chastise yourself for judging. Then you get annoyed because all their bodies together make a crowd and this crowd is in your way and slowing you down. And then you notice the pretty Asian girl 3 rows ahead of your seat who’s wearing a surgical mask like I do when in the OR, but not like me, because when I’m in the OR, I’m wearing the mask to try to prevent dropping innocent germies into open wounds…NOT from spreading SARS to 300 people! Oh God! Stop judging. Stop being a jerk. Maybe she has the king of pop disease and it’s not SARS at all. Hold your breath the whole flight just in case. And the beautiful little Indian baby girl in the stroller making big eyes at you in the security line. How do you know this tiny baby is a girl? Well, there’s the pierced ears and the bracelet. No such ornamentation for her big brother. And I notice how, when the BHE and I travel, we usually check a bag (WHAT A RIPOFF! 15 bucks!) and then each carry a backpack and can maneuver around the terminal with the greatest of ease. Not so much for families with children. Kids are worse than celebrities. They require trunks and fancy transportation and provisions and an entourage. And they’re usually grouching at their keepers. Just like celebrities.
Flight was 1 ½ hrs late to leave our city’s aeropuerto, so we’re getting to NYC late….meaning that instead of walking around a little and getting dinner @ a fun local place, it’s straight to the hotel for us to lie around and watch college basketball! It’s cool. We couldn’t have done that at home, so I’m glad we’re in the most awesome city on the planet where they have TV’s. Neat. I’m not actually bitter. We’ll order in something (pizza pie!) and relax and settle in and then hit the city tomorrow. It’s good to be away from the hospital for a few days. I was starting to feel claustrophobic. You know how it is when you have an impending vacation. You just want to GET THERE! And as I’ve mentioned already, this is the best month ever. This weekend in Manhattan. Two weeks from now in Mexico. I’ve been fake baking in preparation and I’m getting dark enough that people are asking questions. I’m trying to convince them it’s liver failure (jaundice) and not tan vanity. Kind of morbid, I guess. Don’t judge me.
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