turbulence

i just landed from miami - so this isn't going to be a long one tonight.
i'm exhausted and completely sunburnt.
(which doesn't help because i was told fellini's women were pale so my costume is ruined already)
but nevermind.

there was some scary turbulence tonight on the way home.
no scarier than usual, but it wasn't helped by the fact that it was announced ten minutes prior.
so i had ten minutes to sit and anticipate its coming.
and ten minutes to decide what i was going to have from the beverage / snack cart since the pilot had halted their service because of the expected jolts.
it was a tough choice. i was hungry.
the conversation in my head went like this:

'this could be it, your last choice ever, what's it going to be? chips and salsa, a turkey stick and some cookies, or a glass of red wine?'

even on the brink of this hypothetical death, i could not allow myself both. not for financial reasons, mind you, if i was going down, so was my wallet, which had at least 40 dollars in it. (though 8 dollars did seem a ridiculous amount for a snack pack and a twist open mini-wine.)

but more to the point - i could have one last flavour in my mouth, one last delightful swallow of something before i myself would be swallowed up by the atlantic ocean below.

so i obviously chose the wine.
what the hell is a turkey stick anyway. imagine THAT as your last taste whatever it is?! i don't THINK so.

(there was also a small secondary conversation in my head that went like this:
'shit, john kerry is on this plane about 15 rows up, didn't you just hear something somewhere that said if a celebrity was on your plane, you're definitely going down? shit.')

fortunately my plane landed safely at logan and i lived to tell.
and now this wine has made me sleepy, so i am off to bed.
happy (early) monday!