I left bright and early at 4 on Saturday morning--my flight left at 8, and they say you should arrive at the airport 2 hours before flight-time, and I was flying out of Omaha, so it took me an hour to get to the airport, plus I wanted breakfast. So, 4 in the morning it was.
It's a good thing I adhered to the 2-hours guideline--since most schools in Nebraska have their Spring Breaks this week, the airport was packed at 6 in the morning. So I had to wait in line and get Processed through the flight check-in, while they swabbed my suitcase down with all sorts of ominous-looking devices. Probably checking for explosives or drugs or boxcutters or evidence that I Don't Support Our President, most likely. I came up with some rather cutting and cynical and satirical thoughts whilst waiting in line and going through the various security checkpoints, but I'll not repeat them here until I get them clearer in my mind. It was mostly based on the fact that no matter where you go, the airports all have the same stuff in them. Oh, and something about how mass-market homogenity in a culture easily leads to bellicose and nationalistic politics, but I forget exactly what now.
Anyway. So my flight left without a hitch; changed planes in St. Louis, and arrived in Baltimore without incident. After collecting my bags, was picked up by apis_mellifera and bafleyanne, and we had a pleasant time on the drive back (with a stop for dinner). After hanging out with Baf for a while, Natalie and I returned to her place, where I got settled and got reaquainted with Peaby-cat.
It was so nice to see Natalie again. I'd forgotten how nice it was to be able to share time and space with her, even if we weren['t doing anything. *smile*
Yesterday, the 3 of us went shopping, and there was more hanging-out committed. It feels ever so nice to be lazy and not under any obligations this week. Mmm.
I'm currently typing this on an iBook, which is different enough from my regular keyboard to lead to some mistypings from time to time. And the touchpad-mouse thing is a bit awkward for me at the moment as well. But I'm sure I'll get over it.
The weather here is nice and warm and spring-like for a change. And I even have the windows open here.
I'm not sure if we're going to do anything to celebrate St. Patrick's day. Probably not, since I'm about as Irish as...um...someone who's not very Irish at all. Plus we have no beer.
This defies description. I have no idea what language this is, but the tune is stuck in my head now. And it won't come out.