Robert (Bro. Pepper-spray of Reasoned Discussion) (montecristo) wrote,
Robert (Bro. Pepper-spray of Reasoned Discussion)
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Back to the frozen wastes...

Well, I'm packed. It's 1:11 AM here. I'm going to take a shower. I need to be at Oakland Airport by somewhere around 4:30 AM. Maybe I won't take a nap. Jet lag is fun. Actually, I like flying. I'm probably going to conk out though. This will be more likely if I get an aisle or middle seat. Sheesh. What a time to be going back to Ohio. I said I was never going back in the winter. It's snowing ass deep to a tall Indian, just as I feared it would. I don't know if I'm going to make it up to see morganaus and prolixfootle on Sunday if the snow keeps coming down. Bleah. I haven't seen snow up close and personal since 1996.

And get him to meet me like a brother would. I think I remember but it's twice as good -- like how cool the rum is from his silver tray, I thirst to be thirsty in Montego Bay.

I've got to call my brother's cell when I hit the baggage claim so he can pull up outside the terminal and avoid the parking headaches. That works for me. We have to make arrangements to meet our friend Will for dinner at Jerry's Pizza. This should be fun. I don't think I've seen Will in ten years. Stephen has seen him a couple of times when Will has been back in Chillicothe. I'll have to remember to ask Will and his fiancee what they think of our fondly remembered Ohio winters, now that he has been a native of the L.A. area for so long. Gah, he's got it worse than I do.

Adjust to the driving and I'm on my way. It's all on the right-side in Montego Bay

I probably overpacked, but I'm only taking one suitcase, my laptop, and a carry-on with my winter coat and camera. I'm rambling. I need to get a shower and a couple hours shut-eye and then hit the airport. Whoo boy. This should be an interesting trip. Ice and slush and snow, oh my. You don't know how lucky you are, boy, back in the U.S., back in the U.S., back in the U.S.S.R. Nope. I wish they all could be California girls. The next time I see my parents, it is going to be on my turf if I have to fly them out here myself. Off to my Pleistocene adventure. Where's my mammoth hide and flint knife? Time to stop rambling.
Tags: day in the life, family and friends, ponderings and curiosity
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