in-flight entertainment
Jul. 7th, 2004 11:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
egypturnash(Transcribed from scribblings on the airplane. Oh, and I made it back to LA, obviously.)
Bumpy weather over Newark indeed. Queasy all the flight from New Orleans to Denver, forgetting it for a time in the worries of Thursday Next1. The pancakes were, perhaps, unwise—or maybe the bacon—I was a little uneasy of digestion soon after getting to my mother's place and packing.
Arriving at the gate just in time for boarding (Oh, we're at the runway, and speeding from gravity's grip), queasy feelings controlled by overpriced yogurt extruded from a machine, my necklace unexpectedly broke, beads scattering everywhere from my festive new hand-me-down. I gathered as best I could but I'm sure some are still in Denver, especially as they made another jump all around when I lifted up my heavy bag.
Then weather slowed takeoff. And we struggle, finally, through mild turbulence. At least there's a barf bag in the seat pocked this time2, if that bacon's still violent...
1. I read my mother's copies of The Eyre Affaire and Lost In A Good Book while home, and borrowed her copy of The Well of Lost Plots for the plane - they're silly metafictional novels starring a character named Thursday Next.
2. There wasn't one in the plane from New Orleans to Denver, and I was feeling near the edge of barfing during the descent.
Bumpy weather over Newark indeed. Queasy all the flight from New Orleans to Denver, forgetting it for a time in the worries of Thursday Next1. The pancakes were, perhaps, unwise—or maybe the bacon—I was a little uneasy of digestion soon after getting to my mother's place and packing.
Arriving at the gate just in time for boarding (Oh, we're at the runway, and speeding from gravity's grip), queasy feelings controlled by overpriced yogurt extruded from a machine, my necklace unexpectedly broke, beads scattering everywhere from my festive new hand-me-down. I gathered as best I could but I'm sure some are still in Denver, especially as they made another jump all around when I lifted up my heavy bag.
Then weather slowed takeoff. And we struggle, finally, through mild turbulence. At least there's a barf bag in the seat pocked this time2, if that bacon's still violent...
1. I read my mother's copies of The Eyre Affaire and Lost In A Good Book while home, and borrowed her copy of The Well of Lost Plots for the plane - they're silly metafictional novels starring a character named Thursday Next.
2. There wasn't one in the plane from New Orleans to Denver, and I was feeling near the edge of barfing during the descent.
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Date: 2004-07-07 11:55 pm (UTC)Would you like a mantis?
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