So on Friday I had a lovely little show in Attleboro. It went very well. The principal even gave me a cupcake!
Well, on Sunday, I left for my first solo tour. Virginia Beach baby. I've been meaning to write since then, but it's been a busy few days.
I had a good trip down. A suprisingly long trip down here, actually. I had a layover in Newark for about 3 hours. Anyone who's been through Newark, you can feel me on this. But, it was shockingly not crowded! Well, not as crowded as I have seen it get anyway. I spent the majority of my 3 hours reading in a Starbucks and eating the lunch that my wonderful boyfriend bought for me and sent me on the plane with. While sitting, I had lots of time to ponder.
Couples with matching luggage. I watched a middle aged couple walk by me, with matching silver carry-ons. They were sweet. I thought about them going to some tropical place, and thought about them still really being in love. There's something to be said for that. Loving someone so much that you even want your luggage to match. They didn't wear matching jumpsuits and fannypacks, though that may have been just as sweet. May have been.
Pretzels. I sat for a while by the Auntie Anne's pretzel stand. This made me realize Americans really love their pretzels. And ice cream. And hotdogs. Being in Virginia has made me realize even more how Americans love their Sonics, McDonalds' and strip malls. It makes me feel lucky to live in a place where these things are few and far between- relatively speaking.
Children. Children are to thank for my job. And they are the future. Really. I was a child once, and here I am, in the future. All that aside, no one wants to sit in front of a small child on a plane. Or anywhere near a baby.
Small planes. I rode two of the smallest planes I have been on in my life to get here- save the one I jumped out of in Spain. They were so tiny we got on from a staircase on the runway, and no carry-on suitcases were allowed on board- there was no room for them. So small, not even a complimentary beverage was served. Or it is possible that's a new FAA regulation. Which brings me to another thought...
Food on planes. Not the kind that you may or may not get from the flight attendant, but the kind that you buy at the random place at the airport. Yeah, you know what I'm talking about. You're sitting on the plane, and then some guy gets on with Pizza Hut. It smells so good. No matter what it is, even if it's something you'd never ever eat, you want it. And I can almost guarantee everyone else on the plane wants it too. I have been this guy once or twice- one time I had Bojangles (a gift brought from North Carolina to my southern boyfriend up north), and one time I had a hotdog. A hot dog with mustard and sauerkraut. Everyone wanted the hotdog. The flight attendant asked me where I got it. The guy next to me said it looked good. The guy diagonally behind me was all "Is that sauerkraut?!?!", and proceeded to ask me how it was while I ate it. I then offered him a bite.
He didn't accept.
So, I guess to sum it all up, if you want to make friends on a plane, bring enough sauerkraut for everyone.
I'm going to have the day off here in VA Beach on Thursday. I'm really looking forward to it. Hopefully there'll be some sights to see, and maybe, just maybe, it'll be warm enough to go to the beach.
Signing off for now, xoxo
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