Hey there kittens! I'm in Florida for ten days, and I thought (since I found a not bad connection) that I'd share the journey with you. It'll be a bonding experience.
So Thursday (March 27) I was dropped off at the O'Hare Airport by my sister and her roomate/crush/Idon'tcareanymore, and I proceeded to feel lost and sad as I struggled to find where to go next. After checking in with the computer (Made my life easier) and checking in my massive amount of luggage I waited for a small eternity to have the privilege of taking off my sandals and walking barefoot in an area that must have been crawling with planter's wart bacteria. After the glory that is the security checkpoint, I found myself in what appeared to be a giant strip mall-food court. Jewelry stores across the walkway from planters peanuts? Madness.
After wandering to my boarding platform, I managed to find a clock which graciously told me I had two and a half hours to spend in that noisy corridor. Grand. So I ended up people watching and talking to Nina. A parfait may have been involved as well, the blueberries were nasty.
A great thing about waiting around? I got to see plenty of hot pilots. Like whoa hot. Heath Ledger hot. That's right ladies, hot.
After another small eternity we began boarding the plane. Being in seating area 2, my life was easy. Being in SEAT 2F, I was pretty confused for a bit. Even the tired stewardess wasn't much help. I think talking to one of her co-workers was a much better idea in her mind. But I digress. I squinched myself into my delicious window seat (with extra leg-room!) and slid my hefty laptop bag under the guy in front of me.
Take off was a blast, even though all the snow and rain prevented me from seeing anything for about an hour. Watched parts of Enchanted without the sound, since I couldn't find where to plug in my headphones. It looks like a cute movie, but I'm more excited about Rapunzel and the Princess and the Frog.
Cue landing, which was bumpy and made me think of a rollercoaster coming to a stop. Exiting the plane is nice when you're so far forwards. Did the obligatory calls to the people who were paranoid about me going alone and went looking for my terrifying grandfather. Yes, this has been m whole reason to fly to Ft. Lauderdale. Grandy and Gammy, the people I was watching house for. My Gam has been in the hospital for roughly a week after they learned she had a hole in her heart. So while my Grandy was not telling anyone she was ill, she's been in the CVICU. It seems my trip has gone from "Vacation!" to "Taking care of your grandparents!".
After along awkward moment waiting for my baggage... and driving in the car... and basically the first half of the night, we went off to eat in a little hole-in-the-wall chinese food joint where the waitress poured Grandy's beer for him and came over often to joke with us in her fair english. I wish I could have gotten a photo of the place, but I think people would have looked at me funny.
Upon arrival back to the condo, I stood on the deck and called people who wanted follow up calls, basking in the 65 degree evenings here, while the wind blew in from off the ocean. Did I mention I can walk to a private beach here? Well I can, and I plan to spend every moment I can down near the water. Bed time consisted of me playing Ragnarok for an hour or so, reading a strange book about hermaphrodites, and sleeping with my window open so I didn't sweat to death.
More updates to come (I'll try for tonight) and photos when I get home! How cool is that? I totally forgot the USB cable for my camera, so nothing right away. I'll talk to you kids later!