So O'Hare on one of the busiest travel weekends of the year. True to form my grandfather insisted I leave for the airport a full 3 1/2 hours prior to my departure... so 30 minutes later I had successfully navigated security with my gigantic cello case only to find my flight already 40 minutes delayed. It's probably more now but I'm afraid to look. So at any rate one of the baggage guys has a nice singing voice and keeps getting on the gate intercom and singing Christmas carols... It's kind of a stress reliever, people get all starry-eyed and just grin and clap like goons when he's done. Also the woman sitting down the row from me is traveling with her jack russell terrier and the dog is pretty out of control and keeps begging people for their McDonalds. I'm a little concerned about where the dog is going pee/poo. My cello case is looking like a prime target so I'm keeping an eye out.
I'm wishing I had a friend with me. Like Kate, mostly. now the puppy is eating an empty nyquil box off the floor. Tonight is my mom's holiday party so I get to come home directly in the middle of preparation madness. Last year I got completely plastered and ended up singing O Holy Night in front of the entire party doing vibrato by pulling on my neck skin. Hot mess.
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