Arrived in Houston last night around 11:15 CST. My flight was scheduled to leave Chicago at 6:00 and arrive 'round 9:15/9:30 but traffic on 290E near the tri-state interchange got a little thick...like churned butter thick. Leaving home at 3:00, I finally got to Midway at 7:00 - a drive that usually takes 80 minutes had tripled to 240 - and managed to get myself placed on standby for the last flight out that night.
I'll be working on getting a functional, pictorialed and videoized blog up by the end of the afternoon. Technology today is incredible. It's kind of weird to start thinking those thoughts. As a kid, I just took the advances in stride and now it seems like technology is advancing faster than my brain. Yikes. Anyway, more to come.
Observations, Day 1:
1) Don't go to the airport in your pajamas - For me, this wasn't a terribly bad experience as my pajamas were just a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt. There were, however, a number of people for whom I felt sympathetic: girl in bright pink suede pants, you're one; 30-year old man in snowman pants, you're kind of cool, but I hope the snowman pants are intentionally coy; small child dressed as a grape, I hope that someone took a picture of you yesterday and that you find it as a young adult, looking for answers, dressed as a melon.
2) If you are a new parent, do not travel with your children - Sitting next to an adorable two- or three-year old is great until the lights go out, at which point all hell breaks loose - tears, wailing, flailing, in-flight magazines all over the floor, etc. - until you have to assuage your child with your Blackberry's ringtones which are then played over and over and over again for the remainder of the flight.
3) Reminder: Kum 'N Go does not exist in Chicagoland - This is important, especially if you forget to change out of your pajamas. Traveling in running shorts and a t-shirt is cool...as long as you don't have a pink, Kum 'N Go biker hat on. With that one addition to your travel togs, you are suspected to be gay. Evidence to the affirmative: being approach not once, nay twice, by Evangelicals in the waiting-to-check-in line; the abundance of attractive women seemingly eager to engage me in conversation regarding where they should eat in the terminal; and weary, possibly hateful glances from a number of men. It took me a bit to figure out that all of this was because of my Kum 'N Go hat, but I'm pretty sure it was. I checked in the bathroom to make sure that it really did look like I had rolled out of bed (so I wasn't having a "good day") and didn't look overly athletic/cool...like the guy everyone sees at the airport with his backpack on and you know he's going to have a great adventure. No, none of this was true. I simply was myself with pajamas and a pink, sexual innuendoed hat on.
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