Chatty Cathy

United rep: "You're reservation has been cancelled and the flight is full."

Dad: What!? &^%%)*!!!!!!

and hour and 10 minutes later, we all had seats on the plane, me in economy plus (thank god!) and my parents in business class. It was a slight downgrade for them, but waaaay better than missing London. They still got ice cream and free booze, and even had foot rests for their chairs.

My neighbor on the airplane started by saying I wouldn't have to worry because he would probably sleep the whole flight and would try hard not to lean on me. I said it was OK so long as he didn't drool. He didn't stop talking to me for 3 hours. I don't know his name, but he is a border control agent who lives in Arizona, and he likes the job because it allows him to support his National Guard habit. He watches Fox News. He likes deporting illegal aliens, chasing them through the desert. Especially the women who cross just to give birth. I believe they're called anchor babies, according to the last eposide of Boston Legal. He is married and his wife teaches 1st grade.

Once I got over being completely mortified that I was sitting next to a hall-monitor Republican, he turned out to be more rational and interesting than I thought...and cute...for an older guy. (Stephanie, you'd go ahead and call him old.) But the, I sort of go for them, don't I?

Slept uncomfortably off and on for 4 hours, stared at the seat back in front of me for two hours. Exited plane. Got grilled by the customs lady, who seemed to imply that because we didn't know the name of the district our hotel was in, we might be terrorists. She was good at sounding accusatory. She softened up when I said we were going to see Spamalot and told her there was a pizza place across from our hotel, and a bookstore next door. Mara, the drug mule, made it through!

Now I am blogging because if I nap like my parents are doing I'll never get up for dinner, which is going to be Indian food. Mmmmm.

I miss my dog.