I'll Be A Cool Kid One Day...Just Not Today.

     And so it seems, I can fly alone.  I had my doubts... but I maneuvered the airport like a champ.  Aside from my developing ADD, I somehow made my connecting flight in Dallas, despite having to stop at four different arrival/departure screens to check my connecting gate... and two rounds on the tram.  Minor complications.  You know what's funny about flying alone?  I find that I am way more interested in what other people are doing, than I normally would be.  I finished all three of my magazines waiting for my delayed flight to arrive, which meant I had no game plan for entertainment once the flight actually arrived.  So I did what I do best, and I opted for some people watching. (I know that sounds creepy... ehh, I'm not bothered).
     Ahhh to be in love and flying together.  The couple next to me cuddled like they were curling up on their living room couch, with a fresh copy of The Notebook from Red Box.  Never mind the awkward smallness of our plane, of the stationary arm rest in between them... nope, they were right at home.  I wanted to take a picture, but I quickly decided this was probably inappropriate and not proper people watching etiquette.  Entertaining, nonetheless.
     Two seats in front of me... cutest family ever... and they had a baby.  I smiled when they sat down, but they had no clue of the internal struggle that was ensuing as their precious baby began to get restless mid flight.  'Smile and stare?'  'ask to hold baby?'  'don't ask to hold baby?'  'just make funny faces at baby when Dad isn't looking?'...
I opted for smiling and staring... and then when baby and I were seemingly having a staring contest amongst his giggles, the Dad caught on.  I awkwardly muttered 'he's happy!'... haha ... duh.
  Flight number two I was delightfully stuck between an eight and six year old.  Seriously...could you have better seat partners?!  I think not, by the end of that flight...they might not have agreed.  My friend Pace built a 3D Lego pirate ship that he was far too proud to disassemble for our flight.  Instead he boxed it up and covered  every inch of the box with duct tape for safe keeping.  You can imagine his dismay when I tried to help him safely store said ship under the seat in front of him, and managed to break the mast.  Who would've guessed all that duct tape wouldn't serve its purpose?!  Amber: Strike One.  Strike Two came when I told him he could use my arm rest to take a nap.  I guess leaning on a total stranger to sleep is a little weird, even if you are only eight.  His brother refused to share his...and he was really tired!  I'm really a pretty accommodating seat partner... if you allow.  He wasn't quite sure:)  Strike Three:  I threw away his empty plastic cup when the stewardess came around.  He was probably planning on using that as a new mast for the pirate ship I already broke...
Either way, I made it home.  I finished the night with the big kids at Happy Hour at Eddie V's.
Savannah was absolutely beautiful,  but most definitely happy to be home.

Much Love,
a