Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Sitting at the gate thinking thoughts....

So this is random but ya know how it is... I'm sitting at my gate at DIA. And I'm feeling a little freaked out. Not a lot. Just a little. It's weird because I am flying through LAX and I can't even count how many times I have sat in front of a gate that said "Los Angeles." I feel stupid being all weird and freaked out in front of a gate that says "Los Angeles" because it seems like everyone sitting around me probably is JUST going to Los Angeles just as I have done a million times and they are probably thinking that I am JUST going to Los Angeles and I must have killed a man or something and that is why I am so freaked out... I mean I do still have the Swiss Army Knife that Katie gave me on my way here. Security missed it. They took my damn hand sanitizer and left my swiss army knife. So stupid.
But anyway, I suppose I could kill some one if I wanted to, since I have a knife and all. But that totally was not even my original point.
My point was that I dislike feeling weird in front of a gate going to LA. It should really say "Los Angeles-for everyone except for Alicia who is going much further away and that is why she looks like she is going to puke so stop judging her." The old dude across from me is totally judging. And the little gay man next to me is eating McDonalds and it smells delicious.
I am going to miss McDonald's. Not much, but a little. I love the smell of salty Mickey D's fries right after a hangover.... hello Hotties getting off the plane from LA that I will soon be boarding, heh, easily distracted... anyway, it's weird to think that I will miss smells from the States. I'm sure there will be so many new smells there. I feel like smell is something you really can't guess ahead of time, like you have to smell it to know. Ya know?
Speaking of hotties and smells....
(Laura and the rest of you Taj pervs, you may think you knew where I am going with this but you DON'T!)
Isn't it funny how men smell all rugged and Old Spice-y here, like woodsmen or something, when they are soo not rugged? Don't get me wrong, I love it. But I mean, I was trying to think about how men will smell in Nepal and I don't think they will smell like Old Spice. Yet if anyone is outdoorsy and rugged, its the Nepalese farmers working in their fields, right? Not our guys in their seven jeans and rebook kicks rockin' Hugo Boss eau de parfum.
Aaaahhh men and their wooded, spicy cologne...Just one more piece of an overly image-oriented branded America.

Wow... it's totally time to board my flight. What a good distraction....
Hasta la Vista!

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Anonymous said...

I can't wait to read your blog all the time... It will always make me laugh... P.S. I miss you already and don't OD on ambien : )