I've gone from glam to ham. Label-buying madam(oiselle) to a traveler sans harpers bazarr or a fully-charged cam. And frankly my dear, I don't give a da#n. Thank you Clark Gable.. because that felt good.
I haven't exactly traded Manolo's for Crocs, nor will I ever, but I wonder.. is it possible that an unperfect vaca. can be.. more perfect?
If you grab the middle seat to sit in row 9 rather than 24, waste 1200+ calories on a dissapointing bag of generic pretzels only to find the "Hudson News" store near year gate sells Shneiders.. does your trip's ranking suffer? Does "sh*t hit the fan" when you wear an outfit twice, wander around in a parking lot looking for your car after a flight.. in the WRONG terminal, or go watch a stream instead in the Colorado Rockies instead of white water raft? If the air conditioning in your hotel room doesn't get to an even 63 degrees or even below 90 should you vow to never again travel between june and august? Does it matter if a couple of drunktards are sitting next to you at a sports bar if your baseball team pulls off the come from behind win after the 7th inning stretch (all hail quickly approaching October postseason)?? My verdict: NO.
Experiences are just that. Vaca's wouldnt be memorable if everything went according to plan or if you are left with a clean pair of socks on the last day of your trip. By no means am I suggesting having luggage dissapear or flight delayed* (see note below) is enjoyable. I am merely suggesting that spontinuity may infact breed creativity and increased memorability. It certainly makes for good story-telling.
So are you really looking for R&R if you fly? No--don't kid yourself. You my friend, as well as I, know that out of everyone on that 200+ passenger airline you will be seated next to the one person who drools or invades your armrest. It's not pesimism, it's the truth. You will step onto an airport shuttle and be left in a parking lot because the driver is done with his shift at midnight... awesome. The aforementioned hypothetical situation is infact personal experience.
If you havent already guessed, I love flying. I have a deep love for the finer things in life like... rating the skill of pilots of landing aircraft, text message AFTER the cabin door has been secured and the plane has pulling away from the gate, and feeling a sense of risk when I stuff my New York Times in the seat-back-pocket infront of me instead of hand it to the stewardess. Along with tuna steaks at nice restauraunts, grey goose "a la rocks," and size 0 BlackWatch plaid dresses for Fall '08 and Brooks Brothers pencil skirts ---- of course.
Question: Is eye cream a liquid, aresol or gel? How about eye serum? I frequently feel insecure thanks to homeland secutity about my inability to determin the state of, or classification of, my carrying items.
Fact: SkyHarbor airport, along with having ownership of the most poorly planned inter-terminal system, now asks: "May I ask why you are going to [insert destination]" at the security checkpoint. Next time my response will be "to party like a rockstar" or various other song lyrics. Creativity to ensue.
*Is it just me or are flights arriving not late or on-time, but early??? I blame airlines need for increased efficiency in a unkind economy and the cut back of routes, but then again that is just not a sufficient explanation for nearly all of my flights in the last year having been premature to the printed time of "deplaning". I am hereby sentencing myself to karma by saying this but.. I find it almost equally annoying, especially when trying to coordinate with ground transportation.
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