Greetings Loyalies
I have arrived home to my dog and a strange green chicken concoction from
El Salvador; and in case I don't tell you enough: I really love you all....! Also, I will never tell anyone about that incident in Mexico. ( Because I seem to have had an incident with most of you in Mexico. So you all know what I mean).
Flight update: handsome pilot did not buy enough fuel to get us home taking into consideration the very strong headwinds and extra traffic in SFO. Basically, after an especially long flight west, he didn't have enough reserve for the circling he would have to do.
So after a 6.5 hour flight, we landed in Las Vegas. You can imagine my joy, especially because the landing was extra bumpy over the mountains.
Thomas, God Bless him for this- mused that maybe we should just high tail it to the Amman resort which is a four hour drive. But the siren call of my own bed and Albert was too strong.
So after a refuel, back we fly, armed with a cheap Chardonnay through the bumpy clouds home. Thomas calls me a plane-aholic; i.e. there is a strong correlation between emergency landings and turbulence and my accepting the largesse of the Virgin America Bar.
Above is the shot of the sky after we were safely in the taxi. I had to admit that these clouds, though the source of my torment, were astoundingly beautiful.
Best part was a got a text from GS as we were landing saying: Don't crack under pressure! Random but psychic. Love the Austrians- they always show up when you are at your darkest hour.
A few anecdotes from visit with F: he says won't put on a large winter coat until every single girl is wearing one. This means, he will never don his coat. Sigh. God counts a mother's tears as the Irish say (or was it the Jews?)
He is very tight with the preps in his dorm... Says his dorm has a bit of a rogue reputation. I am not sure what this means among the high SAT crowd..(braces-clad lotharios? ) We shall see. In any case, he says the reputation is wholly undeserved. 😇
