So I've arrived at my first destination, Denver, after a long and tiresome flight.
My alarm went off at quarter to 4 this morning and I wanted to die. I had made the mistake of sticking around Nolita House drinking margaritas well after my shift ended. I had initially intended on scramming out the door the moment my paper work was complete but after basically having my ass handed to me during brunch I decided to stay for a much needed drink. Next thing I knew it was 10 and I still needed to finish packing.
My first mistake was believing that a closer to the front "limited recline" seat was a better idea than the seat I had originally been assigned. I spent the 3 hour trip from NYC to Minneapolis in varying degrees of uncomfortable. Luckily I had booked myself a nice window bulkhead for flight two which would allow me some much needed rest... of course I was wrong.
The middle seat was still empty just before take-off. This is awesome, I thought to myself, stretching out. Then over walked to flight attendant with a teenage girl. "This is where you'll sit, let me know if you need anything," she told the girl, trying quickly to get away.
"I've actually only been in Minneapolis a year, its not really where I'm from... oh hi! I'm Kayla what's your name? Nice to meet you. Have you been on a plane by yourself? I'm all by myself so I'm kinda nervous but I brought lots of gum cause it helps your ears, do you want some gum? I'm going to Utah not Denver but I have to stop in Denver. Are you staying in Denver? I'm real excited cause I get to see my cousins and we always have the best time, they really love me. We're going to watch fireworks and celebrate my dad's birthday even though he died when I was 6. But I think he's an angel now. His name was Michael. Do you think he's the archangel Michael? That's what I think. He was a great person. My mom lost her soulmate. I would probably have lots of brothers and sisters if he didn't die. Do you have brothers and sisters?"
This went on for two hours.
While flipping casually through a magazine, trying to drown out the sound a little yet feeling guilty for it, I learned how her dad spent 6 years in jail because of some drugs that "the doctor made him take" and how her parents met at the gym. How much her mom spoils her with shirts like "St Paul Girls are Hot" (although she hopes people won't think she's a lesbian for it). How she plans to be famous one day because she has a really amazing voice and is a really talented writer but may want to be a CSI crimefighter and she's really popular in school because she so friendly and can always make everyone laugh since she is incredibly funny.
Needless to say I arrived in Denver without a chance to even rest my eyes.
Zach met me in baggage and we went downtown to run a few errands. "Sorry its so overcast, its usually sunny every single day, this is really weird," he told me on the two hour drive through the mountains to his town outside Vail. It began to rain. "Seriously this is the worst weather I've seen since I've lived here. It usually clears up so quickly."
Luckily he was right about the clear up part. After a much needed nap I awoke to find blue skies and only a light breeze. It was perfect firework weather.
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