Seattle-Tacoma International Airport

This was written while stuck at SeaTac… What follows is unfiltered and raw… or not.

My two weeks in Alaska were a much needed break from the day to day dredge of New York. I am incredibly thankful for the kindness and generosity of everybody I was able to see while in the state. I would take the time to mention everybody here, but, I’m lazy and the moment I forget to mention someone, its hell to pay. I can’t thank Shayna and Jess enough though. They let me stay at their place, rabblerouse the neighbors with rock band and attempt to put pants on the dog. (I told that bitch it was between her and I.)*

The reason I don’t like people is due to my travel back to New York City. I know that air travel sucks. EVERYBODY knows air travel sucks, especially now, but for something its always on full blast when I get to an airport. Leaving Anchorage, I had to check a box. One box. One, 36 pound box. It took me a good half hour to get my ticket and check my baggage. Once on the plane, I was seated next to a woman who complained about EVERYTHING that sucks about flying and a man who sniffled every 5 seconds for the duration of the three hour flight. It wasn’t the fact that she was complaining, but that she was extremely vocal about it. “The seats used to be bigger… I think.” Taking the red eye, my flight took off at 1:30am, and she talked for at least an hour into the flight.

I’m only in Seattle in the moment, and this will be posted when I’m well at home, laying in my bed, petting my kitten, and avoiding having to talk to my roommates. (It’s nothing personal, I’m just damn tired already.) The only redemption for this trip so far has been a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich I had when I first got to SeaTac. It was damn good and actually sort of lifted my spirits.

I’ll write more of a summary on my entire Alaska trip later tonight, or in the near future. Along with posting BRAND NEW pictures featuring your favorite couple wearing… WACKY shirts! Stay tuned.

*In this context I’m using the name for a female dog. Not calling the dog itself or any of the aforementioned people a dirty word. Because that would get my ass kicked.

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