Purgatory
Ariel and I just made it back home after a 14 hour flight from Iowa. It was seriously taxing. We had two layovers, both of which sort of stretched on forever. I had a book, but other than that, it was an entire day spent waiting….and waiting…..and waiting. I’ve decided that my nightmare job would be working at a restaurant in an airport. I would get very depressed spending half of my life in an airport. Other than that, we had a good trip back to visit my mom and susan. I ate myself till I was physically uncomfortable. Good food, good company, and it’s always nice to spend a little time back in the house you grew up in.
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November 27th, 2006 at 11:14 pm
I didn’t know you grew up in Iowa! My friends are moving back there, lured I suppose by the idea of cheap land, beautiful craftsman houses, a burgeoning wine industry, amazing arts and craftsman scenes (I suppose of which your mother is a part) and family. Gah!! I am kind of jealous that I don’t have family from the Heartland. P.S. Ariel’s despondent responses to my IMs from various airports encouraged me to write a guide to the PDX airport on yelp. if I had gotten to you sooner, I would have tried to convince you to get beer at Gustav’s Bier Stube.
November 28th, 2006 at 11:33 pm
Drat. The Bier Stube must have been outside of security. Next time we have a several hour layover in Portland, perhaps you could join us for some good German drinking songs (perhaps a little yodeling?) to while away the time.
November 30th, 2006 at 1:23 pm
It simply isn’t hell until you try airports with a two year old.
November 30th, 2006 at 3:05 pm
True. Very true.