Impressions of the Flight
Ah hah, I have made it safely to Indiana. Flying was fun. My granny dropped me off at the Houston airport and for the first time I got to see one of those Homeland Security people when she had to do a chemical analysis of the interior of my laptop case. It might have anthrax!
I passed and got the flight to Denver. It was a full flight, though it went smoothly. I had two weathered old cowboys, hats and everything, beside me. I had the window seat. We talked for a little while and the man next to me said he'd worked on welding between Longview and Marshall.
"Really?" I said, "I go to LeTourneau in Longview."
"Really?" he replied. "What do you study?"
"History and english."
"Ah, I loved history."
His friend leaned over.
"Well, I tell you what, the weirdest people I ever met come from that LeTourneau College." Hah! Amen to that.
I put on my iPod, looked out the window and listened to my fav Death Cab album while the two cowboys watched Who Wants to Be a Millionaire on the little TV screens. They would nod and laugh and nearly take out the poor screen when they tapped the right answer.
One $2000 question came up... "What is Luke Skywalker's desert home planet in Star Wars?"
"Well, that's easy," I thought. I was trying not to watch, because I wasn't particularly interested and my own screen was off. But he caught me looking at the screen and asked, "You know what it is?"
"The answer is D. Tatooine."
The contestant thought his answer over for a long time while the waitress brought the cowboy a miniature bottle of Jack Daniels. He got very happy all of a sudden and poured himself a hefty half-glass of Jack Daniels combined with Pepsi. Yuck.
The contestant was just about to decide.
"Hey, what'd you say it was?"
"D."
He apparently didn't hear and turned to ensure my answer.
::turns sarcasm on::
There are few things more charming in this world than having some wrinkled old cowboy breathe the loudest "DEEEEEEE????" you ever heard all over you with a mouthful of Jack Daniels breath.
::turns sarcasm back off::
I was right. He told me so. I nodded and smiled, and then he nudged me to tell me again. Having fun are we?
We landed without further ado and I got to lounge around in the Denver airport for 2 and a half hours. I made a few phone calls, browsed through a bookstore's history section and ate at Quizno's. It is so cool how many little shops they have inside an airport. I also pronounce Denver the coolest airport ever, just because they have a distinctive series of canopies over a complex of buildings, and not to mention a neato and very huge sculpture within Terminal A.
From Denver to Indianapolis I had a row of three seats all to myself. Ah, how nice. I stretched out and nearly fell asleep a few times. The sun over the Rocky Mountains was picturesque, but the best part of the flight was sunset from the air.
I'd never seen a sunset from 40,000 feet before. The red color from the sun is still in the horizon, but the pretty blue and purple shades were below me due to the height. How cool is it, to be inside a sunset rather than just looking up at one?
I also loved looking over cities from a great height. The towns dot the darkness like little patches of gold stars in a pitch black sky. The Indianapolis nightscape seemed large enough to warrant a comparison with the sky, but unlike God's nightscape, Indiana's seemed dirty and flat. Ah well, I suppose the comparison is a bit unfair? ;-)
We landed and before long, I fell into a much-needed sleep.
I passed and got the flight to Denver. It was a full flight, though it went smoothly. I had two weathered old cowboys, hats and everything, beside me. I had the window seat. We talked for a little while and the man next to me said he'd worked on welding between Longview and Marshall.
"Really?" I said, "I go to LeTourneau in Longview."
"Really?" he replied. "What do you study?"
"History and english."
"Ah, I loved history."
His friend leaned over.
"Well, I tell you what, the weirdest people I ever met come from that LeTourneau College." Hah! Amen to that.
I put on my iPod, looked out the window and listened to my fav Death Cab album while the two cowboys watched Who Wants to Be a Millionaire on the little TV screens. They would nod and laugh and nearly take out the poor screen when they tapped the right answer.
One $2000 question came up... "What is Luke Skywalker's desert home planet in Star Wars?"
"Well, that's easy," I thought. I was trying not to watch, because I wasn't particularly interested and my own screen was off. But he caught me looking at the screen and asked, "You know what it is?"
"The answer is D. Tatooine."
The contestant thought his answer over for a long time while the waitress brought the cowboy a miniature bottle of Jack Daniels. He got very happy all of a sudden and poured himself a hefty half-glass of Jack Daniels combined with Pepsi. Yuck.
The contestant was just about to decide.
"Hey, what'd you say it was?"
"D."
He apparently didn't hear and turned to ensure my answer.
::turns sarcasm on::
There are few things more charming in this world than having some wrinkled old cowboy breathe the loudest "DEEEEEEE????" you ever heard all over you with a mouthful of Jack Daniels breath.
::turns sarcasm back off::
I was right. He told me so. I nodded and smiled, and then he nudged me to tell me again. Having fun are we?
We landed without further ado and I got to lounge around in the Denver airport for 2 and a half hours. I made a few phone calls, browsed through a bookstore's history section and ate at Quizno's. It is so cool how many little shops they have inside an airport. I also pronounce Denver the coolest airport ever, just because they have a distinctive series of canopies over a complex of buildings, and not to mention a neato and very huge sculpture within Terminal A.
From Denver to Indianapolis I had a row of three seats all to myself. Ah, how nice. I stretched out and nearly fell asleep a few times. The sun over the Rocky Mountains was picturesque, but the best part of the flight was sunset from the air.
I'd never seen a sunset from 40,000 feet before. The red color from the sun is still in the horizon, but the pretty blue and purple shades were below me due to the height. How cool is it, to be inside a sunset rather than just looking up at one?
I also loved looking over cities from a great height. The towns dot the darkness like little patches of gold stars in a pitch black sky. The Indianapolis nightscape seemed large enough to warrant a comparison with the sky, but unlike God's nightscape, Indiana's seemed dirty and flat. Ah well, I suppose the comparison is a bit unfair? ;-)
We landed and before long, I fell into a much-needed sleep.
