current colorado road conditions
Colorado! It’s windy as hell and about 40 degrees. Also, snow.
I flew US Airways this time. Let me tell you something – those stewardesses run a tight ship. The guy across the aisle from me had the good luck to be seated next to a very striking very young blond who hung with wide-eyed interest on his every word. The poor guy could hardly talk fast enough. He was jiggling his leg, fidgeting with some kind of little paper scraps and talking a mile a minute. And we hadn’t even left the gate.
When the stews started performing the safety speech, the guy kept on jabbering away. Then the PA system went dead, the stewardess came right up to the guy and gave him what for. “Maybe you’ve heard this a hundred times but there are other people that might want to listen to it and you are going to have to stop talking now. I feel like I’m trying to talk over you.” The guy was stunned, of course, because he was in a trance brought about by proximity to the lovely blond. The boss stewardess hustled down the aisle from the front of the plane and looked at him and looked at me and asked us if there was a problem. Could she have thought that I was the lovely blond who cast a spell on her fellow traveler?
Anyway, I’m here and I made it through all 1.5 million square feet of the airport not too battered by the experience and it only cost me three bucks total in tips.
- I’m taking this in case I have to club someone.
From Our Department of Poor Planning:
Remember when I hurt my knee pounding around Las Vegas in February? Except for one short quick wheelchair-assisted trip to Nashville, I haven’t been out on the road since. That all changes tomorrow when I fly to Denver.
Just to make it extra exciting, I’m flying from Philadelphia instead of Newark. This means I have to pack tonight – not my habit to plan that far ahead – and hit the road at Miserable O’clock in order to get there in time to shuffle through the security checks. It’s a one-day meeting so I won’t even have any free time to monitor myself for altitude sickness, let alone jet lag.
Then on Monday I fly to Nashville but leave there on Thursday for Bethesda MD (God help me). Finally a train trip home on Sunday. If I last that long.
I’m taking two pair of black pants and two black tops and an assortment of scarves and pins and I’d take a bewb belt if I had one so I won’t have to drag a big suitcase around with me.
If you are counting, that means I’ll be gone for election day but not to worry for I already filled out my ballot. My liberal -nay, progressive!- U.S. congressman did not even have the courtesy to reply to my letter asking him not to vote for health-care reform until more could be known about it. But did he listen? No. And so I punished him with my ballot but before I did , I wrote to him again to let him know. Take that, Frank Pallone.