Flying through the heavens:

Here I am, sitting in the Miami airport…on the floor, starbucks in hand at 8 in the morning…5 o clock my time. I have checked two flights off the list and I have one more to go. Even though this trip to the bahammas isn’t quite finished yet, I have had some pretty awesome airport/airplane experiences, and.. well…I have nothing to do for the next two hours so…you get to read about the joys of my trip thus far:

Number One: I have officially decided that the view while flying above a major lightening storm while the sun is rising is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen in my life. I was so lucky to be able to experience this just a few minutes ago, and it honestly took my breath away. The enormous mass of the clouds forming grand canyons in the sky is beautiful on its own…now add in flashes of lightening under the clouds, so you get a nice glow…NOW add the beautiful colors that the sun adds to clouds and you have yourself one of God’s many masterpieces. This was one time that I was thankful for not being able to sleep on a plane, because that view was something I will never forget.

Number Two: Red-Eye Flights across the country officially suck…especially when you are in the window seat with two people to climb over when the urge to pee decides to show its ugly face. I did manage to fall asleep while we were still on the ground waiting for take off...yah I was pretty exhausted. Then…you know when you have those dreams where you fall off a curb and then jerk awake?...yah…I had me one of those and I was all excited because I had fallen asleep…well…I had to wake up to the harsh reality that we still hadn’t left the ground yet…dang it! Needless to say, this starbucks is needed and I am going to have to dig deep in the excitement vault for meeting people tonight…but I don’t care…I will be a walking zombie if I must.

Number Three: The world is being taken over by the SPACE INVADERS. Now, upon originally reading this, you may think that I am referring to actual aliens and that I might just be crazy. No. Let me set the mood:

There you are, sitting all innocent and pretty in the airport terminal…minding your own business…listening to your ipod, goofing around on your laptop to pass the time…life. Is. Good. Then…this feeling comes over you…you are captured by the urge to look up from your rivoting game of spider solitaire…you try to ignore this urge because the game is just THAT good…but finally…you can no longer focus so you give in to the urge…you look up and you see…THE SPACE INVADER. Now, the space invader comes in all types of disguises…an innocent child, an 80 year old woman dressed in purple, or EVEN a guy that had some definite cute potential. As soon as you lay eyes on the space invader you’re doomed. There they are scanning the room…looking for a place to sit…you follow their gaze and see about 5000 empty chairs, but for some reason, their eyes are glued to the seat RIGHT NEXT TO YOU. You panic…try and put your coat on the seat, maybe stretch your leg out…im sorry my friends, but these tactics will not fool a space invader. Something in their sick minds is drawing them to you…so they come over and SIT DOWN. They don’t care about the jacket…or your foot…they sit down anyway and completely enter your bubble. I know you know what I’m talking about…I for one, have experienced many of the space invaders today, and I have decided that they are plotting a conspiracy to take over the world…one innocent bystander at a time.

Number Five: People yelling at other people in airports is quite possibly one of the most entertaining things ever. Especially when F bombs are dropped.

Number Six: When you are getting your straw out of the wrapper, and you get the gut feeling that you broke the straw…go with the gut feeling. Otherwise you will be stuck sipping out of a broken straw and collapsing a lung trying to get your coffee out of its cup.

Those are my airport thoughts of the day. I hope you enjoy them. On another note…I am really hoping that some fellow SASers are on my flight…that would be neat…even though they might judge me because I am in my sweats and smell like a goat.