March 24, 2000
Leavin' on a Jet Plane
I'd forgotten how much I like to travel. I actually like going to the airport. Maybe I shouldn't jinx myself, but so far this has been a piece of cake. Got to the airport at nine for a 10:30 flight. Turns out I only live about ten minutes from the airport. In fact, it took me longer to walk to the gate than it did to get to the airport. Which is a disadvantage to flying a cheaper airline, but hey, I needed the walk.I haven't taken any pictures yet, although I'm was seriously tempted by one of my fellow passengers. Her name is Claudia -- I know this because her mom kept calling her at the airport. I'd guess she's about fourteen months old. She's sitting in the row in front of me. I'm wondering how badly her mom would freak out if I asked to take her daughter's picture. Probably a lot, so, no picture of Claudia. Trust me though, she's a cutie. She thought my bright pink boarding pass was really nifty. So I taught her how to say "ticket".
We're stopping in St. Louis first, but fortunately I don't have to change planes. In fact, i'm betting I won't even have to get off. I should be getting to Tulsa at 12:40 CST, and from there it's about a 90 minute drive to Stillwater. Phil should already be there by the time I get there.
It was rather funny last night online on Something Wicked This Way Comes. Everybody was getting ready to go visit everyone else. There was me, going to visit Phil, Mo was leaving today as well to go see Brand (and the rest of the California contigent -- there's a lot of them), Kait, a girl from Sweden, was going to Vermont, James was going to visit another SW-ite in Kentucky... it was getting ridiculous. Of course, Mo and I were the most hyper -- okay, and Kait too. Mo because she's visiting her boyfriend, me because I'm finally meeting Phil, and Kait becuase she's meeting her online romance.
It's odd, six years ago when I first got online, online romances were seen as somewhat freakish, even by other net geeks. But of course, that didn't stop me. Even before Hollingsworth, there was a guy in England named Andy. I'll save that whole sordid soap opera for when I'm not writing longhand. [Transcription note: I don't know if I'll ever be able to tell that whole story. No one, to my knowledge, has heard the whole thing yet.]
Now it's almost commonplace. People don't give you funky looks when you talk about net-friends. I think it's kinda cool. I have this extended circle of very close friends, even though some of us have never met. My dream, of course, is to get all of us together at once. That would rock. For now though, I'll have to settle for trips here, there and everywhere whenever I can.
Heh. I just neatly distracted myself from being hyper for a bit. However, time for me to put my traytable and seatback in their full upright positions. Landing in St. Louis.
Posted by Lisa at March 24, 2000 10:50 AM
