How is it already Sunday evening, may I ask?
I had a small victory towards my goal of eating dinner alone on Friday.
I sat at a bar and had a glass of wine alone. All by myself! Sure, I texted a few friends my small victory and generally just stuck to myself, but I did it, right?
A big part of the reason was that my flight home on the Dallas-Boston leg of the trip was delayed more than TWO hours, so I had much time to kill at the airport. And I saw a wine bar. And it was quite possibly calling my name. I could almost hear it. That, and the wine shop that was part of said wine bar, beckoning me in to have a look around.
So I went for it.
(confession: it took me walking around the terminal twice to get the courage up to do it, though!).
I sat down, and ordered a glass of Kunde cabernet…one of the wineries I visited in Sonoma last fall, to boot! And damn, that wine tasted like the best wine E-VER. And ya know what? It wasn’t so scary. It helped that others sitting there were alone too (probably stranded from the same flight as me!)
That glass of wine, alone at the bar, calmed my frustration over the flight delay and helped me sleep almost the entire flight home. Landing around 12:30 and seeing a smiling (yet tired) M, made it so worthwhile.
Leading me to moments…
…falling into M so gently to sleep that night, relieved, exhausted, but smiling. He had a rough week (complete with a death of a high school friend unexpectedly) and hadn’t slept well, so hearing him snore that night, I actually smiled, because when he snores, I know he’s realllly sleeping. Heavily.
…sharing an apple with M. I don’t know, it just felt so intimate. In a loving sort of way.
…looking up from my pillow last night to see both kitties within a foot of me. One snuggled under the covers next to me, in the crook of my arm, and the other on my pillow, next to my face. Guess they missed me, huh?
…spending a muuuuuch needed afternoon of pampering with my sister and ‘honorary’ sister-in-law yesterday, complete with hair cut, eyebrow wax and manicure/pedicure (complete with super tropical colors for Jamaica!!). Bliss.
As I was waiting for my flight to board home fi-nally on Friday, I was rattling off to my sister on BBM my annoyances with stupid people’s traveling habits. Not quite enough for a full-on post, but here are some of them (I’m sure some of you other constant travelers can totally relate!):
Move it along people! Those people that trapse down the aisle to their seat and stand there, fiddling with their carryon, finally lug it into the overhead and then freaking take their jacket off WHILE STANDING IN THE AISLE! Hello, there are like, 40 rows of people waiting to get past you, you idiot, move it along!!! Step into your seat, then take your jacket off, I mean really.
The woman in front of you who decides it’s a good idea to pull up the arm on her suitcase just as she steps off the plane, instead of stepping to the side to do that. Stops dead, fiddles with the arm of her suitcase, as I practically barrel over here because I just want to get the eff off the plane already (given those same morons who take their jacket off standing in the aisle when they board the plane, do the same freaking thing when they get off!). Move to the side, lady, and let others by! I mean really.
Does American *really* need a “platinum, platinum’ level member that gets to walk down the ‘red carpet’ side of the boarding gate, along with the priority access patrons? (and seriously, I hate the word patron!). I mean really. (and I dunno about you, but I’d feel pretty silly walking down the red carpet ‘side’ – it’s the same flipping thing, people!)
Hopefully you’re laughing at or with me right now 😉 And I’m sure I’m missing tons of annoyances, so feel free to add your own 😉
Now I’m off to enjoy the rest of this blur of a weekend thankyouverymuch.