I am obsessed with the show Friday Night Lights and thus, I am currently besotted with the state of Texas. So when I saw on my flight itinerary that I was traveling to and from Mexico via Dallas/Fort Worth, I was thrilled. As I write this post from 10,000 feet, above the Lone Star state, I am the proud owner of two matching Texas t-shirts, one for Craig and one for me. Yes, I bought us matching clothes.
As I mentioned in a previous post, I love to fly. I could spend hours with my nose pressed to a window in a plane and not even mind that I am cooped up in coach. I have about two hours left in this flight and it has thus far proven exceptional. I have to sit by the window on an airplane or I get very huffy. I don’t throw a fit or anything, but I do spend the entire flight leaning over the person who was granted the window seat ouuing and aahing and spilling their drink on them. So thank goodness the folks at American detected that trait in me and gave me a window seat. Secondly, there is some sort of hardened criminal on my flight. Two marshals or policemen or something authoritative like that brought him on to the plane in handcuffs. They had a white towel draped over the handcuffs, which I thought was an elegant touch, but it didn’t really hide the fact that the guy was in shackles.
This hardened criminal’s presence (though this guy could have just littered, who knows) means that the flight attendants are burly men with shaved heads that could strangle me with their pinky fingers. It’s very entertaining to ask them for more club soda, which I have done three times now.
A whole hour to enjoy the Texas marketplace in Terminal 4 (it took everything in me not to buy a pink cowboy hat), a criminal on my flight, and a window seat – I wish this flight were longer! Maybe I’ll just ask the hurly burly “flight attendants” if the pilot wouldn’t mind circumnavigating the globe a few times.
Fuzzy iphone picture of Craig and I in our Texas shirts poised to watch Friday Night Lights.
I am writing this from my suite on the 9th floor of the St. Regis Mexico City and I basically couldn’t be happier. I have already taken two baths and eaten the entire fruit plate and box of truffles they left in my room. The fact that I am here on someone else’s dime (god bless press trips) makes it even better! Work has been on the suckalicious side lately, so Kelly and I both decided to get away from it all. She is in the Bahamas writing about wedding destinations (there’s even a fake bachelorette party!) and I’m in Mexico City and then Punta Mita to write about the St. Regis hotel. So far I can say, it’s fantastic. And my view of the city complete with mountains and volcanoes is pretty amazing. Not to mention the white gloved butler that they have for me on call. Sure, I don’t really need anything, but it’s nice to know she is there just in case I have a yen for something ridiculous.
As I haven’t done much yet but go to the pool, bathe, and gorge myself, so far the highlight of my trip, besides just relaxing, was the flight. I love flying. Looove. I went through a small phase in college where it scared the bejesus out of me, but I forced myself to love it again, and I am now more in awe of it than ever. The fact that you are in the sky with no internet or phone access is amazing. I have never been more productive in my life than on this flight from Dallas to Mexico City. After fighting the urge to buy Craig an entire Dallas Cowboys football uniform complete with helmet, I boarded the plane and worked on the never ending book I’m writing and even started a children’s book. What! I haven’t been this efficient in roughly six months.I kind of feel like the folks that really produce from jail because there is nothing else to do.
American Airlines always feels a bit like home to me. I used to spend soooo much time hauling between Tokyo and Washington on AA and Belgium and Washington as a child, that they really feel like my neighborhood airline. Next time I have writer’s block, I’ll just head for the friendly skies. An expensive yet effective method. Now off to dinner and tequila!
My room at the St. Regis. I may never leave.
While doing a little American Airlines research I discovered that this was one of the first planes they flew. My dream is to have those goggles and that leather swim cap thing on. Bring this back American!
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