January 23, 2004
I'M UP
After finally getting The Bride to take a couple of Tylenol PM's at midnight (fear of flying), I realized bedtime was not to be. I have to leave for the airport at 5:15, and it's 2:00. I don't like to date-rape my REM cycles. I'd be groggy, pissy, and disoriented all day.
No, better to pack the Blazer, get showered and shaved, and brew some Blue Mountain. I have a 2 hour flight to Memphis, which will make for a good nap, then a nearly 5 hour flight to Seattle, allowing me to strap on my disposable drool cup (patent pending) and snore to my heart's content after power shooting two Bloody Marys.
Yepper, that's the game plan.
Why SeaTac instead of Vancouver? $234 tickets, for one thing, and a beautiful drive up the west coast of Washington, for another. Also: one doesn't see Bigfoot if they fly into Vancouver. Actually, one doesn't see Bigfoot at all, unless one has access to Testor's Number 7 airplane glue. Which reminds me: I won't need those Bloody Mary's, after all.