Sunday, December 5, 2010

30,000 feet

Hello from somewhere between Maryland and Milwaukee!

Thanks to the marketing minds at AirTran I am blogging from the friendly skies this morning. Let me tell you, I am loving.Loving.LOVING this whole free WiFi thing on the plane. At first I was all pooh-pooh about it. I mean, one of the joys of being on a plane is the relative freedom and disconnectivity from life, right? But when this pink turkey jumps on a plane at 7am with a to do list a mile long, well, the pooh-pooh's can take a hike.

The other thing that took a hike today was the wardrobe. My normal flight attire is something along the lines of slacks, nice shoes, work-appropriate top, and a blazer -- just in case I run across a professional contact, potential date, or otherwise need to look put together. (Remind me to tell you about the contacts I've made on planes before. Or, better yet, have Aimee tell you.) 

Today though, with the prospect of a 7+ hour travel day and nightmares of security lines dancing through my head, I pulled out the yoga pants, t-shirt, tennies, and *gasp!* sweat shirt. Add little/no make-up and barely dry hair and it looks something like this:


It's enough to make Stacy and Clinton scream! (The picture is small because it's sooo embarrassing.)

And, hey, I didn't even get charged an extra baggage fee for those suitcases under my eyes. Bonus!

Anyhoo ... all this noise lately about airport security had me a little edgy this morning as I approached the dreaded security line. Thankfully, the lines were short so it went quickly. Took off the sweatshirt and shoes, put all my crap items in bins, held on to the boarding pass with a vice grip, and waited for the pat down or the scan or whatever they were going to do.

And waited.

Here it comes ...

Nothing.

Nothing. Not even a wand or a gratuitous grope. An "OK" from the TSA guy was all I got. Honestly, I felt a little cheated. But then I realized airport security is the only place where no shoes and no shirt will still get you service. The entire security section from entering to stripping to screening to putting the shoes back on, took all of 10 minutes. I guess that counts as service.

Next stop: Milwaukee. Will catch you from the next plane, my peeps!

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