"it's like, if you're nice to them, they'll give you stuff?"

yay for christmas and getting free stuff, and by "free" i mean in return for stuff you gave them. yay for awesome christmas dinners full of your favorite barnyard animal flesh, starches, and jellied fruit concoctions. yay for getting an opportunity to just sit and watch college football. and yay for the hawaii/houston game actually being pretty close going into the fourth quarter.

my plane was scheduled to leave at 6am this morning. I started packing at midnight, caught a cab, and was at the airport by 1:30. i'm not one to worry about long check-in lines or overstrict security baggate checks. i just didnt feel like sleeping for two hours and then waking up and having to get the the airport. actually, i knew that if i went to sleep, i'd probably wake up at 9 and have completely missed my flight.

so i sat in the airport and watched dvds on my cool portable dvd player i got for graduation. Dude, Where's My Car? and Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure were the features of the morning. oh yeah, in my list of yays up at the top of this thing, i forgot one: yay for emergency exit row aisle seats with the extra leg room because i'm tall. i was even smart enough to get the one in the farther back of the two exit rows. i learned the hard way one time that the first row's seats don't recline back as they would block the exit path in an emergency.

man, this flight was packed. and everyone had what seemed like thirty bags (or the allowed 2), whatever...they were so big, they seemed like thirty bags. and old men and little kids and guys that go to sleep and keep leaning closer and closer to you until their head falls on your shoulder and you kinda shrug to get them to wake up and move their head but pretend that you were just getting comfortable and that you weren't the reason they woke up in the first place.

and so an hour back in the city, and i was instantly thrown into the christmas spirit: gift exchanging and lots of smiles and thank you's (even if you don't mean it, it's the nice thing to do) and then the huge mess that no one wants to clean up.

so now as i sit and examine my new bounty, i suddenly realize i don't have a way to take most of my stuff back to LA. damn.
- posted by yeah...about that... @ 8:53 PM