So I've been sleeping/sitting on the floor of the Austin airport on and off all day. I got here (for what was supposed to be a 1 o'clock flight) about two hours early--because E! and Z were flying to Chicago to look for places to live. And, well, I needed a ride to the airport.
Since then, my flight has been delayed several times (it is now supposed to arrive at our gate at about 3:30, according to Doug, the very nice desk guy for JetBlue. Also, apparently, his uncle is a detective for the NYPD--I like to chat with people at the airport, in between sleeping on the floor and eating cheeseburgers.) Another interesting guy sitting next to me on the floor is from Buffalo. He told me about some kind of sandwich called a "beef on weck". He says that THE PLACE to go is called Charlie the Butcher's--so, if you are ever in Buffalo, and you want a big hunk of salty meat... there ya go. I kinda wish I had one right now.
Because the plane is almost here (Thank God!), I have decided to post some thoughts and observations from the floor here, just for you, dear reader.
1) Tater tots are superior in every way to french fries.
2) This is more of a guideline than a rule, really, but French horn players really are better kissers, more consistently, than other musicians. They are also pretty good with their hands (but not as good as drummers).
3) I can sleep anywhere when I am hungover.
4) When you are sleeping next to the gate, people flying to Boston are nice enough to tap you and make sure that you aren't going to miss your flight.
5) I look more like a Texan than a New Yorker, and I am OK with that.
6) Journals are dangerous.
7) I am much more likely to make out with someone who makes me laugh than someone who has a chiseled jaw.
8) The "Sex and the City" movie is better than I thought it would be. It's still no "Aliens" or anything, but it's better than I thought it would be.
9) Jesus, my feet are cold.
10) The University of Texas has taught me many things--some accidentally, some on purpose, some really really hard. But I made it through, bitches. With panache.