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January 19, 2008 Posted by Al Castle
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Categories: Castle, OSX, Puter Stuff, Travel, gnash-teeth
1am PST - I’m finally home and in my own bed, after landing around 10pm in Seattle tonight. I flew out of Oakland and that airport is a joke, it has very limited selection for shops or food and is no smoking - it is the Lynden of airports. I arrived too early because my roomie had a flight out an hour and a half before mine. The shuttle van we took from the hotel was driven by a superbly bad ass, road-ninja. He must have greased the sides of the van with vaseline to make it past some of the tight spots.
Once at the airport I have about 4 hours to kill. I buy a day pass for overpriced wifi and reply to a few emails, IM a little, which ended with me close to tears. On the plane I throw greenies at the flight attendant and manage to maintain a nice vodka/sprite buzz while jamming out to my cranked ipod music. The people around me weren’t pleased, but tough noogies I was in no mood to pander to the commoners. Upon landing in Seatac it continued…
First, I had to harass the airline to find my luggage, eventually getting my luggage, and then making my way to the Master Park Valet garage. Here I realize I lost my printout for the discounted weekly rate. After retrieving the Benz and sending a few texts, I get ditched by a friend and decided to skip finding a hotel for the night and make the long drive back. No point brooding alone in a crappy Seatac hotel.
Traffic was down to one lane in part of Everette, before and after that I made excellent time with the cruise control always set to at least 8 miles over the speed limit. A quick stop in Marysville for McDonalds and coffee I continue on northward bound.
By the time I reach the Bellingham city limits I’m pretty tired, dangerously so. I’ve got my window open, cold air blasting me, and my stereo on repeat, playing Hurt by Johnny Cash. A cigerette in one hand, iced McDonalds coffee in the other and steering with my knees I manage to make it to mi casa.
I’m exhausted, my back is killing me and my feet are still throbbing from carrying around a heavy backpack and walking around San Francisco and Macworld 8 hrs a day for a week.
Sigh. Someone send me a hug or two.
I’m stealing this idea of a documented status from 20Something, a really great writer.
Currently Feeling: Exhausted & unloved by most of the universe.
Currently Anticipating: Hopefully some restful sleep and no dreams.
Currently Loving: My comfy bed, pillows and comforter.
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*hugs*
Do you accept belated hugs? I’ve got some I could pop in the mail right now. Well, tomorrow.
Better yet, we should get together for lunch soon and we can discuss my complete stock of bear hugs, condolence hugs, and wet smooches. I’m not saying I’d give you any wet smooches. They’re just kind of in the same category and I didn’t want to be accused of leaving anything out.
If you happen to be in the mood for some noogies when we break bread together, well, I’ve got those in stock too.
Thanks guys.
I’m glad there’s peeps out there that have hugs to share.
p.s.
Belated hugs are always welcome. Smoochies, wet or otherwise too.
My whole life is one giant belated hug.
On second thought, I have no idea what that means. But I’m sending infinity and one hugs your way.
I don’t do hugs, but I will smack your ass. Whip optional.
Ok…I’m a little late, but thanks for the compliment!