Saturday, March 11, 2006
Welcome to Connecticut, Bitch!
I am not a person who enjoys getting up early in the morning. The way I see it, if God had intended us to wake up before sunrise, he wouldn't have invented alcohol or prime time television. In fact, pretty much the first thing I do every morning when I get up is pray for death. (The next thing I do is grab a bowl of Fruity Pebbles and check to see what Robin Baumgarten is up to on WGN, though, so don't call the Teen Suicide Hotline on me just yet.) So I did not exactly enjoy rising to the dulcet tones of Mexican Hat Dance from my cell phone at 3:30 yesterday morning. But the thought of an amazing day in Connecticut (state slogan: Full of Surprises) had me practically leaping into my action slacks and "I Loves Me Kitty" t-shirt.
Though the airport was practically deserted, security still managed to take about an hour. I honestly believe they were "warming up" for the day by giving each other patdowns while making surly remarks. Luckily, they were well practiced by the time I got there; a particularly menacing pen in my work bag nearly earned me a body cavity search.
Connecticut itself was attractive enough (they have the "nice" strip malls where they put a little bit of crown molding under the light up letters that say Applebees), though I honestly didn't see enough of it to really make a report. I was on the ground there for less than eight hours, and spent almost all of that in a conference room. Conference rooms in Connecticut are pretty nice, although they should have more of the chocolate muffins.
Then, on the way back, we got put in a holding pattern over Northwest Indiana. Even being in a holding pattern over Indiana I felt a sudden urge to ban Are You There God, It's Me, Margaret and watch television shows about fishing. Needless to say, it is nice to be home.
I am not a person who enjoys getting up early in the morning. The way I see it, if God had intended us to wake up before sunrise, he wouldn't have invented alcohol or prime time television. In fact, pretty much the first thing I do every morning when I get up is pray for death. (The next thing I do is grab a bowl of Fruity Pebbles and check to see what Robin Baumgarten is up to on WGN, though, so don't call the Teen Suicide Hotline on me just yet.) So I did not exactly enjoy rising to the dulcet tones of Mexican Hat Dance from my cell phone at 3:30 yesterday morning. But the thought of an amazing day in Connecticut (state slogan: Full of Surprises) had me practically leaping into my action slacks and "I Loves Me Kitty" t-shirt.
Though the airport was practically deserted, security still managed to take about an hour. I honestly believe they were "warming up" for the day by giving each other patdowns while making surly remarks. Luckily, they were well practiced by the time I got there; a particularly menacing pen in my work bag nearly earned me a body cavity search.
Connecticut itself was attractive enough (they have the "nice" strip malls where they put a little bit of crown molding under the light up letters that say Applebees), though I honestly didn't see enough of it to really make a report. I was on the ground there for less than eight hours, and spent almost all of that in a conference room. Conference rooms in Connecticut are pretty nice, although they should have more of the chocolate muffins.
Then, on the way back, we got put in a holding pattern over Northwest Indiana. Even being in a holding pattern over Indiana I felt a sudden urge to ban Are You There God, It's Me, Margaret and watch television shows about fishing. Needless to say, it is nice to be home.
