Are we blogging yet?

So I think this is called pre-blogging because I'm not actually on this relaxing vacation just yet. I'm at SFO watching other people be much more stressed out about problems much larger than mine. I'm considering this to be a kind of gross reality check. I've been stressing out about the ten-day weather forecast in Ireland, whether I've absorbed enough history about the Tribes of Galway and the significance of certain forts, castles, and churches, whether it's stupid to bring a spare canvas bag, etc.

But at the airport it's a whole different story. These 'people' are in the moment. I'm torn between plugging in my earphones to listen to the Big Lebowski soundtrack or to otherwise pay close attention to why a mother of three doesn't know why she has to pay for bags 4-6 as well as the weight over 50 pounds. The mother of three has wrapped her head in some sort of crumpled gray scarf and she occasionally puts hand to forehead as if she might burst into tears, but she never does. Don't get sucked in. She's making a scene. She wants things because she's a single mom, which I get, but no one is going to rush to her defense-- this is an airport and nobody gives a flying f###.

There are other stories bigger than mine, apparently toddlers love the rolling pedestrian floors. The only downside is that they hate getting off of them. Be warned single moms with a large haul: baby doesn't want to come to mommy.

Speaking of toddlers, thank the flying spaghetti monster for noise canceling earphones. It turns out that the screams of little children are alarmingly similar. It doesn't matter if they're happy or sad. After twenty minutes of this cacophony, your ears will bleed, especially if you are accustomed as I am to children in the company of nannies. Mom's bring nannies on your holidays. Travelers, don't skimp on the good earphones.

That's all for now. Time to board. See you in Newark!


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Location:SFO, CA