waiting
The bags are packed. Each coming in a little under the 23k limit (actually, all coming in under 20k, just in case, if you’ll pardon the pun).
The tickets-money-passport are in the hand luggage.
TheOz/NZ guide books are ready and waiting.
As are we.
Excited. Nervous. Excited.
But, strangely, not panicked. A little anxious, perhaps - weird dreams about burglars, ironing boards, my parents and the arch Conservative neighbours turning their front lawn into a Parisian sidewalk cafe and mini- Woodstock festival drifted across my consciousness last night. I’m putting those down to the fab curry I made from what was left in the freezer.
The anxiety, I’m putting down to the fact that, after a lifetime of flying, the new rules about what you can and can’t take; the threat that any deviation - anything a half a gramme over the maximum amount may result in you and your luggage being taken away and destroyed by the security services; have turned me into an aviation virgin again, and I hate that.
Still, overall, not too stressed. Which is odd for me. Maybe my Life Club classes are working. That, or the Xanax* just kicked in.
*joking; we’re doing the 24 hour flight with nothing more than a Tylenol PM. Such bad gays to not even have a prescription tranq in the house.
February 12th, 2007 at 10:49 am
“new rules about what you can and can’t take; the threat that any deviation - anything a half a gramme over the maximum amount may result in you and your luggage being taken away and destroyed by the security services”
you’ve bought their warnings hook, line, and sinker. there’s nothing to worry about. go … have fun.