I'd Rather be a Rocky.

Well there I was.. once again staring out of a 1 ft.-by-1.5 ft. airplane window and looking down onto deep blue nothingness that was the barren plains which form the outskirts of Denver, Co. Snow-capped mountains barely illuminated by the creaping sunrise. 7:00am. Beautiful. "Take your time" by The Love Bite, a euphoric techno favorite of mine, started streaming into my ears via my ipod headphones curtosry of AirTran and thier much appreciated XM radio (The same satellite radio, I might note, on which I listened to the devastating blowout 1st game of the Rockies-Red sox World Series.) I might have become a little tearly eyed. The lady next to me didn't seem to care.

So there it was..relishing in the three of the things a twenty-something I am has truely come to appreciate.. 1. the great american west 2. techno 3. flying.

But lord was I tired, I curled up in a ball and passed out.. rudely awoken two hours and thirty minutes later by the piolet and the violent landing at Hartsfield-Jackson Airport in Atlanta. Bittersweet. Especially considering I had an hour and a half drive back to Athens, GA and a $50 parking fee to pay..

I will be back with more.. preferably when my life becomes more glamorous, and if not stay tuned till Turkey day.. where I will be over-consuming carb-rich canned cranberry sauce and dry turkey in the land of the Pilgrims themselves (right?). That is.. until they wised up and moved out West.