12 February 2006

12 February 2006

Travel Delays pt 2

Sitting in Charlotte Airport. Plane delayed to Virginia, scheduled to hang out with Timbaland and Magoo. Perhaps snowfall will impede this meeting. Flightcrew’s inbound aircraft has not yet arrived. Fuckers. I sort of want to get on the flight back to Indianapolis and go home and sleep. Lodge last night wiped me out, clean. Reading the Jan issue of Dazed and Confused, Feb issue of NYLON. Picked up The God of Small Things at the Library yesterday. Will commence readation in a few.

Bought NARS lippenstift in Flaming Dust. What the fug kind of name is that? Great shade of red, tho.

Curiosity about the upcoming week is propelling me forward. Colleague, boarding school, no transportation, all meals there, prayers for an iron and wifi.

I think I’ll use this opportunity to catch up on all of the messes I’ve gotten into the past few weeks…

Last week, 7-10 Feb: Atlanta, GA. Buckhead. Hampton Inn. Reading The Prophet by Kahlil. Right next door to an Aveda Institute (beautiful). Accomodations were lovely. Sold my soul for a $17 day pass to Crunch fitness, where I ran my ass off for 35 minutes followed by a lovely sweat in the sauna, in my workout clothes, no less, as they don’t provide towels. Walked in on this gem of conversation: So I was like DAD, just because I don’t have health insurance doesn’t mean I planned on getting breast cancer! I was quick to retrieve my peacoat and sneakers from the locker, lest I get pulled into this heart-wrenching triage of parental woes of the mid-20’s woman. At Crunch.

Wednesday (do you see how I’m working backasswards now?) we noshed at Dante’s Down the Hatch. My fears included things like waiters dressed like pirates, a distinct void of tofu, and the proprietor looking rather Captain Hook-ish. As it was, nary a pirate in sight, nor tofu, regrettably, but the place was charming in a look-but-don’t-touch-the-crocodiles sort of way. Got the vegetable plate, because 98% of the known universe thinks “vegetarian” is Latin for “only eats cauliflower.” Fondue’d in soybean oil, no less. Dante, the owner who was suspiciously Colonel Sanders-esque, wove an enchanting story of his time in Namibia, passing out coloring books and pens and determining the extent of the tribes’ modernization by their recognitions of balloons. “We can learn so much from those who have nothing.” I was particularly touched by his description of the joy he saw in the faces of the Namibians. He was with a particular tribe, the name of which escapes me. I’ll get back with that. Dante then gifted the other woman in out party and me a commemorative 2005 daiquiri glass. 2006, recovering alcoholic, I left the thing at the hotel.

Argh…what am I missing? The cold, perhaps? How it was damn cold in Atlanta, where it’s, like, not supposed to be cold? Ah, Lenox Mall. Um, huge? And for this girl from Indianapolis, the entire place was an orgasm in the pants: Kiehls’, BCBG, Guess, Bloomingdales, Anthropologie, an entire store for Ralph Lauren. To name a few. *whew* I’m getting flushed now just thinking about it.

I missed out on going to the Aquarium, which is world-renowned. Next time. I was pleased, though, to actually leave the Atlanta-Hartsfield Airport, where I have flown through probably a hundred times in my life, and check it all out.

Week prior, 30 Jan: Home sweet mofo Home.

Update: my ass is asleep. Overbearing women in cowboy hats, when they are obviously NOT cowchicks, are disheartening. The caliber of woman who votes for W. Gaah.

Which brings me to Delaware. Hi, I’m in…Delaware…

Travel Delays pt 1

Flying to Pittsburgh, we boarded the plane maybe 10 people before it was realized the flight would have to be delayed. The captain called for a vote to plane or deplane, we voted to stay on the plane and get away from the gate. Then we get word it’s another hour fifteen. Collective groans. Then it’s another 45 minutes, but before I can have flashbacks to detention, we’re released, and off we go. Fight attendant who looks uncannily like LaFawnDuh and all.

I don’t really know what to say about Delaware except that time stopped. It was cold, and DuPont is poisoning the water. Highest percentage of breast cancer, and the number of twins and triplets in the school was uncanny. We did, however, check out a Philly Flyers game, where they lost to the Canadians 5-3. It was my first Hockey Game, and we sat 2nd row. It was a rush of Adrenaline every time the puck ricocheted around the glass, or two massive men in massive pads slammed face-first into the barriers. I was struck by how graceful the sport is, which makes the Violence almost Necessary, in my humble opinion.

The place, Delaware, was exactly the same on Tuesday as it was on Friday. There was no movement. Same weird mid-winter sunlight, same bitter cold, same frozen people, and I was thoroughly depressed and only beginning to admit it. Blech. At least they don’t have sales Tax.

Watched Lord of War, which was marvelous. This was also when James Frey was publicly eviscerated on Oprah. I could write a page and a quarter on my thoughts concerning the whole mess, but here’s the Quickie version: I liked the book. In fact, at times I had to stop reading it and go to a meeting. I don’t give a shit if he was in jail for a few days or a few hours, his capture of the addict mind, especially in withdrawal, was spot-on. That is not faked. So fuck it. He’s an ego-driven, arrogant shit, and I believe he got what he deserved. One cannot openly lie about events and get away with it, not without any sort of clout, which he obviously does not have. This is called Karma, and it is the way the Universe works. Best that he gets it now.

Reading Jane, Feb issue. Good mixtapes in thar. Still on Monbiot’s Age of Consent.