Mar 21, 2011

Should I be offended or what?

Hopefully I'll get to post a New Orleans recap (or what I can remember . . . the bf tallied my drinks for the weekend, and wowza . . .) but first I have to share my flight home with all, I hope this is still funny now that I'm sober and have gotten a decent night's sleep:

After getting to my gate area, a group of high school kids (about 30) bombarded my gate. They were all wearing different variations of a t-shirt for their marching band. Joy. Teenagers are a bit like hyenas, they don't realize how obnoxious they are because it's just WHO THEY ARE at the time. Like playing a loud game of Spoons in the waiting area is totally fine b/c you're having fun.

Anyways, I start to board the flight, and, lucky me, I board right in front of the group. The following conversation takes place behind me:
Girl: "So we're connecting in Dallas, how long's the flight? What's the time change?"
Boy: "I don't think it's that long a flight, like an hour and a half. For flights that short, I think the time change is only 30 minutes."
Girl: "Oh, Dallas is only 30 minutes behind New Orleans? Wow, I thought it would be more."
Boy: "Yeah, it kind of throws things off. Like it's 4:15 now, but when we land, it will be 4:15 in Dallas, b/c of the time change."

At this point, I am hoping they are joking and just seeing how far they can take this. Sadly, I hear them start to pass the word on to their fellow band members to change their watched BACK 30 MINUTES to accommodate the Dallas time change. At this point, whilst weeping on the inside for the leaders of tomorrow, I turn around and say: "Actually, there's no time change, between New Orleans and Dallas." This is met with blank stares and "WOWs!"

As they board the plane, I find out that while they are all in marching band together, they are in town for a robotics competition (height of the high school social ladder right there). I am happy to escape them and settle into my window seat, when one of the students sits in the aisle seat. An older woman approaches our row and points out that she has the middle seat (separating me and the high school boy), but she's happy to take the aisle if he wants to sit with his "friend", meaning me! Yes, she thought I, a mid-20s career woman, was with the high school kiddos. The student and I look at each other, and then I say "Um, I don't know him." She then gets embarrassed and apologizes, saying "Sorry, I thought you were with that group--well, we'll all know each other by the end of this flight!" Cue me putting my headphones in and sleep mask on. Best nap ever.

Mar 16, 2011

Taking it Easy in the Big Easy

I don't normally get uber personal here, but I am so excited for the weekend ahead of me. I'll be visiting one of my favorite cities, for the first time since it was utterly transformed.



Jambalaya, hurricanes (the drink, not Katrina), po' boys, casinos, zydeco, bars open til 4 a.m., and some of my favorite people. Can't wait to give my heart to New Orleans again . . .

Mar 6, 2011

Five Things

I read a lot of blogs written by people who all know each other. They meet each other in real life, go to each other's weddings, etc. I am not one of those bloggers. This isn't a jealous post--I don't want to join their group, but they do occasionally do fun "get to know you" posts where they tag each other, and I like to pretend I've been tagged and share these things about myself (wow, I hope that doesn't make me sound sad . . .):

Five Things I Can't Leave Without:

Contact Lenses and Sunglasses: I'm grouping these two together since they have to do with vision--I've worn glasses since I was 9. One of my favorite Christmas presents was contact lenses when I was 16. I truly can not see the world enough to leave without these little blobs of plastic in my eye (or, if I'm really tired or hungover, my glasses). If I'm wearing my contact lenses, I HAVE to wear my sunglasses. Thus I have my sunglasses always in my car or on my head. Cheap ones from Target are my favorite.

Chapstick (or lip balm in general): I always have at least three different types in my purse. Enough said.

My monogram ring: This is where I tell some story about how my great-great-grandmother gave me this ring on my 16th birthday b/c every girl in our family got one on their sweet sixteen. But the real story is--I like monogrammed things, especially since my name is hard to find on the average keychain rack. So, on spring break my senior year of college, one of the stores we shopped at specialized in personalized items. So my roommate at the time and I both bought monogrammed rings. I feel naked without it, and even though I now wear it on a different finger (hey, weight loss and winter), I still feel comforted by it being there.


My planner:
Ok, this doesn't necessarily go everywhere with me, but it does go to work with me each day and is the first thing I consult when plans are made. Bought and "designed" at Franklin Covey, I wouldn't switch to a PDA for a million dollars.


Hair tie:
One stipulation I've had whenever I get a haircut is that I have to be able to put it in a ponytail. I always have a few of these scattered in my various purses. Nothing is more aggravating than hair in my face or my neck in a hot Texas summer.

So there you go, feel free to quiz me on whether or not I have them on my person at all times.