Home Again, Home Again

I’m home! At my own house! Where the sheets still smell like TreeSap because I didn’t change them before I left, after all, why would I?

The WiFi on the plane sucked. It sucked so bad even Twitter was loading slowly, never mind tumblr, Instagram, and Facebook. I was also on an Airbus A300 series, which I despise. I much prefer the Boeing 700 series planes: their take-off to landing ratio is a lot closer to 1:1 than Airbus’s is for one, and they have better amenities (like seat-back screens) for another. Oh well, it’s not like I fly all that often.

Two things that annoy me about my trip: the first of which is there were three events I needed to pack for, not just two (I mixed and matched and I think I pulled it off ok) and both dinners, the wedding, and the reception were all outside. In California. In the summer. No one told me this was going to be the case so I didn’t take my sunglasses, which I needed desperately.

I really wish I’d reacted better in the moment to the break-up by text message that she pulled off because there was a live performer at the pre-wedding reception. I’d considered asking him if he knew “Hero of Canton” and slipping him a fiver. Anyone that sang along on the chorus would be an instant friend and someone to talk to. Original scene here.

Something I did that annoyed me was when I went down to the local market to buy lunch one of the days I was moping alone instead of harshing my parents’ trip was not remembering that most of California has bag ordinances in place so I didn’t have a reusable grocery bag with me and I wasn’t thinking far enough ahead to go ahead and buy one like I’d just forgotten to bring one, so I was instantly tagged as a tourist. That made me nervous because California doesn’t recognize my carry permit and my pistol was about 1300 miles east of where I was. Also I was unsure of their knife ordinances so I broke Rule #9 and was completely unarmed and wanting to blend in.