Ok, for some who have been following me on twitter, know that I've went to chicago for thanksgiving, on the least favorite method of transportation:
Airplane. Yes I went aganist what I felt was appropiate but it was a matter of safety verus price. I don't like the idea of flying for two reasons:
- I was cursed with my mother's fear of heights.
- Does 9/11 ring a bell?
Exactly.
So picture my reaction when my mentor tells me to fly. We went back and forth. and I gave in. I thought I was gonna be like Ms. Franklin,
and never step foot on a plane. and stick to GROUND transportation Car,Train,Bus. But alas I figured " I might as well get it out of the way" but mind you it was either "spend two days on a train or spend two HOURS and fifty minutes on a plane. Clearly, I had to take a plane.
So after buying the tickets I forgot all about it. celebrated halloween, (what a fucking disaster.)
and I'll say around two weeks prior to thanksgiving Southwest Airlines sent me a email reminding me of the flight. Fast Foward to Thanksgiving day I'm showering getting ready to go and have a good idea how I'm gonna get there. I would take the B15 to JFK. and take the AirTran to Jamaica Station then hop on the E to Jackson Heights and take the bus to LGA.
Easy. Complicated. But quick.
I finally got to LGA around 2:40 And breezed through security. Come to find out that my flight is delayed!
WHAT.THE.FUCK?!
But I dont sweat it. I made it. ON TIME. So I chill out and relax. till my flight comes.
Chile when that Big ass plane came. I wanted to hop on my broomstick and spend my thanksgiving with X.D. and Assante. acting a fool. But after spending $200 dollars I better get on that plane and get it over it.
Pro: The plane wasn't even crowded.
Con: When that plane started to lift off and turn. Motha was SPOOKED.
I never seen NYC from so high. and I almost lost it. But always the professional I dont make a scene and chill out watching movies on my laptop.
But I made it Chicago. without a problem.
The trip back? Another story.
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The trip back? Another story.
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Awwww! You were scared, but you did it! That's the definition of courage:Doing it [whatever "it" is that scares the f*ck out of you] AFRAID.
ReplyDeleteI love to fly. That's my most favorite way to travel. And guess what, my first plane ride was AFTER 9/11. I didn't blink twice. I love flying.
And please, if you're gonna put Auntie ReRe's massive funbags on display in your blog, give a bitch some warning. I almost choked on my kool-aid.