In the glow and hum of my girlfriend's computer.
Posted: October 1, 2007
5:05 a.m., first day, San Diego
Got all my garbage packed away in clunky wheely suitcases and a bright orange backpack. Still dark, picking Ron up at 6:30 and getting to the airport at 7. Then I'll lounge, like a dried windowsill fly, in the airport for two hours.
Most people hate that, but I think it's super fun. Get a little Cinnabun, a little coffee, crack out a magazine and watch people rush and bustle through the hub: coming from Denmark, going to Ontario, short, fat, wheelchaired, tall, cougar, Little Miss Muffett with all those curls and frills, touched down from Atlanta.
One tall skinny blond rocking the weird beard.
And one short dark squiddly goofball.
Hoisting their bags to their shoulders, shuffling in a line, and raising into the terrifying blue in a silver tube, heading to Vienna.
