Another trip, and the entries on the blog kick of again...

JFK ... 3h40 PM

So that was that, I decided to go on vacation, alone.
Actually, it got decided for me when good old 'Thelma' annuled to get 'Tom Hanks-CAST AWAYED' on an Island called Madeira...
So, Louise was on her own. She would still go, and that was final.
Another turning point in her life, or better yet: a crossroad where she carefull looks left, then right, to finally step of the sidewalk onto the street, put on her blindfold and walks over, hoping that she doesnt get bulldozered (for a good reference on what that looks like, I would recommend watching Brad Pitt s classic carcrash in Meet Joe Black- it s in the beginning of the movie, you dont have to watch the rest of the epic story, 'cause that would be cruel torture).

Anyway, I m drifing of. Back to the clouds:
My flight here...-yes, so I m Louise... keep up please-
Actually I was kind of curious to know who would be sitting next to me...
Apparently, the empty Thelma seat was for a man, which actually was quite confusing in the beginning, because when I peaked on his declarationform to enter the US, it said ,FEMALE. The most logical theory came to mind...this man was going for his final operation to make him a man. good for him,her.
Another less obvious option, didn t come to mind... he was filling in the form for his wife sitting at the other side of the aisle...
Apparently they also went for the cheap seats at the back of the plane, the ones where the smell of urine keeps you sharp everytime the door opens, where nobody really cares if you can see the movie 5 meter before you or wether you like chicken or pasta: you get what the others didnt want -and that s chicken if you want to know-

yes, I know, I should seriously start counting those airmiles... by now I would have been bumped up to business class several times already... Aaah if only I was good at organizing that shit for myself...

So this is where I am... In transit. Story of my life, Twilight JFK
The open road awaits: jiepiekajee M.F.!

JFK 5h54PM
Starts of well...My connecting flight gets delayed for over two hours and I can t reach the Hospitality guy friend where I am staying...
- to does who dont know, i m trying out this hospitality thing, staying with the locals... that s how i came in touch with somebody who still has his profile on there after two years, but hasnt used it ever,... until now... He doesnt live in Montreal, but his friend does... I can stay there.. all good for me... until now of course-
To be on the safe side, I call a hostal and reserve a room.
part of conversation;
-yes, we have a room left in the basement.
sounds delightful, my first night in Montreal and I will be sleeping in a dungeon.
But no, That will not ruin the fun... I m still optimistic... Yet, if they push that boarding time back one more time, I dont know what I ll do.

JFK 6h30pm
And they pushed it again...
Mechanical Problems of the plane make me grab for an overprized wine in the bar, to calm the nerves... there goes my plan to do a detox vacation -who was I kidding?-

JFK 6h40pm

Typical, the second sip of my wine, and boarding starts.
The glass is still Halffull - I keep saying to myself.
Boarding, of a replacement Fisher Price-plane starts (one that seats 50 people and has only one stewardess- I cant help wondering if that isn t illegal... like having more then 30 kids in kindergarden just for one teacher,...)

I sit down next to my Thelma open seat again, A man from Algiers,who just comes back from burrying his father back home... He tries to keep it together but runs to the toilet (right next to us of course)
When he comes back, I say the only thing I can say 'my condoleances', and we both put on our headsets of our mp3player... both with our own soundtrack... mine being approbriate for him 'Sadness' from Stash - I skip the song. SHUFFFLE. 50 Cent 'It s your birthday'... hmmmm much more approbriate.