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I left home to meet Angelica at the mall around 3pm. She actually called me from the mall while I was on the bus, which completely shocked the hell out of me. I mean, I can probably count the number of times she’s been early to meet me on my fingers! We left the mall around 4 and got to the airport around 5 – our flight to St. Louis (with a connecting flight to San Francisco) was scheduled to depart at 6:30. We had to check Aya’s katana, and then we were off to our departure gate. Of course, we first had to go through the metal detectors. You know, it seems to me that security isn’t really much different than it used to be. Granted, last time I took a plane was… ’98? Something like that.
In any case, I went through the metal detectors fine, and retrieved my bags from the other side. However, Angelica was beeping all over the place: her belt, her jeans, even her boots! That was hysterical! She had to remove her boots and put them through the bag scanner, then walk without shoes through the metal detector, at which time she finally stopped beeping.
After she was finally through, we went over to our departure gate and sat until they called our flight. They said they’d be checking bags again, so Angelica pulled off her boots in preparation of another metal detector. Poor her. They barely checked any bags, much less forced us to go through metal detectors again. She nonetheless walked onto the plane in only her socks. I should have taken a picture. We would have stowed our luggage in the overhead compartments, but the plane was packed and we were in the very last row, so there was no room in the overhead because they had silly things like emergency life support paraphernalia. Luckily, I fit my suitcase behind my seat, between my seat and the back wall, and Angelica did the same on the other side of the plane. I had a window seat, Angelica took the middle seat, and some woman had the aisle seat. Boy, it was cramped!
I started out the flight by transliterating a song, but I soon got a headache from that, so I decided to stop. After that, I think I talked some with Angelica, and maybe listened to my discman for a while and dozed. It’s really very easy to doze on a plane. When I was younger – like, only a few years old – my parents would take me for a ride in our car when I couldn’t go to sleep; the motion of the car would put my to sleep in no time. It’s the same with the plane. Even if I’m not that tired/sleepy, all I have to do is put on some music, tilt my head back and I’ll be dozing in a few minutes. It’s quite convenient. Apparently, Angelica can’t do the same. I don’t know why, especially since she does that on long car rides. What’s the difference?
That first flight to St. Louis was about 3 hours long. When we began our descent, Angelica tried looking for the St. Louis arch, but she couldn’t find it. (It was already way past sunset, so that wasn’t exactly a big surprise.) But she maintains that they’re hiding the arch until you can pay to see it. To prove that the St. Louis Arch is a lie, she took a picture of a sign in the St. Louis airport that had a pic of the arch with “USO” on it (which means “lie” in Japanese, if you didn’t know).
Me at St. Louis Airport
Angelica at St. Louis Airport
St. Louis Arch: USO
After St. Louis, we got on a 5-hour flight to San Francisco. And, in case you’re wondering, no, I don’t know why it took so long; maybe we were flying against the wind or something. It’s a good thing we ate in the St. Louis airport because it was already too late for them to serve dinner on this flight. But they did show a movie, Panic Room. Boy, am I glad we didn’t actually pay $5 for headphones! (We had our own.) I feel sorry for anyone who paid $10 to see it at a movie theater… It had such good potential!
WARNING: SPOILERS for Panic Room
But it really screws up at the part where the cops come to the house to investigate her ex-husband’s phone call. I mean, why would she turn the cops away? Even though the bad guys can see her from the cameras that lead into the panic room, she knows that they have no audio, so if she just said to the cops “They’re in the panic room, they have my daughter, there are cameras all over the house, so if they see you come in they’ll kill her,” then the bad guys would never have known, but the cops would have. I suppose I could have accepted that. If you’re in a situation like that you may not be thinking clearly. But! If she was planning to go and smash all the cameras anyway, then what was the point of turning the cops away? She could’ve said, “They’re in the panic room, they have my daughter, there are cameras all over the house, so if they see you come in they’ll kill her… but come back in 10 minutes after I’ve finished smashing all the damn cameras.” Stupid woman. And besides, this all would have been moot in reality because after the first time she said that it was a mistake, that the call was nothing, the cops would have gone away. Especially New York cops. Those cops persisted for practically 10 minutes! And then! They tried to get her to signal at them, in case she couldn’t say anything in fear! Gag me with a spoon. What, the writers couldn’t think of anything better? If they had just left out the cops altogether, it would’ve been more believable.
END OF SPOILERS
Angelica was quite upset over the movie, and I think I just retreated into my discman for the rest of the flight. Buck-Tick’s Six/Nine album really is the best to fall asleep to. Actually, I say that for almost anything of B-T’s. It’s just so kirei.
We got into the SF airport around 11:30pm (15 minutes earlier than anticipated. Joy.) and took a cab to the Golden Gateway Holiday Inn, which cost $32. Nicky, one of our roommates, had left a message on my cell phone that she was waiting for us at the hotel bar. ^_~ But when we got to the hotel and started to check in, I got a call from Nicky on my cell phone and she was just to the right, where the lobby lounge is. She’d already met up with our second roommate, Ange, who had replaced the no-show Jenny. We all went up to the room and unpacked, then got ready for bed. We probably stayed up for about an hour or so talking, but finally got to sleep.
I left home to meet Angelica at the mall around 3pm. She actually called me from the mall while I was on the bus, which completely shocked the hell out of me. I mean, I can probably count the number of times she’s been early to meet me on my fingers! We left the mall around 4 and got to the airport around 5 – our flight to St. Louis (with a connecting flight to San Francisco) was scheduled to depart at 6:30. We had to check Aya’s katana, and then we were off to our departure gate. Of course, we first had to go through the metal detectors. You know, it seems to me that security isn’t really much different than it used to be. Granted, last time I took a plane was… ’98? Something like that.
In any case, I went through the metal detectors fine, and retrieved my bags from the other side. However, Angelica was beeping all over the place: her belt, her jeans, even her boots! That was hysterical! She had to remove her boots and put them through the bag scanner, then walk without shoes through the metal detector, at which time she finally stopped beeping.
After she was finally through, we went over to our departure gate and sat until they called our flight. They said they’d be checking bags again, so Angelica pulled off her boots in preparation of another metal detector. Poor her. They barely checked any bags, much less forced us to go through metal detectors again. She nonetheless walked onto the plane in only her socks. I should have taken a picture. We would have stowed our luggage in the overhead compartments, but the plane was packed and we were in the very last row, so there was no room in the overhead because they had silly things like emergency life support paraphernalia. Luckily, I fit my suitcase behind my seat, between my seat and the back wall, and Angelica did the same on the other side of the plane. I had a window seat, Angelica took the middle seat, and some woman had the aisle seat. Boy, it was cramped!
I started out the flight by transliterating a song, but I soon got a headache from that, so I decided to stop. After that, I think I talked some with Angelica, and maybe listened to my discman for a while and dozed. It’s really very easy to doze on a plane. When I was younger – like, only a few years old – my parents would take me for a ride in our car when I couldn’t go to sleep; the motion of the car would put my to sleep in no time. It’s the same with the plane. Even if I’m not that tired/sleepy, all I have to do is put on some music, tilt my head back and I’ll be dozing in a few minutes. It’s quite convenient. Apparently, Angelica can’t do the same. I don’t know why, especially since she does that on long car rides. What’s the difference?
That first flight to St. Louis was about 3 hours long. When we began our descent, Angelica tried looking for the St. Louis arch, but she couldn’t find it. (It was already way past sunset, so that wasn’t exactly a big surprise.) But she maintains that they’re hiding the arch until you can pay to see it. To prove that the St. Louis Arch is a lie, she took a picture of a sign in the St. Louis airport that had a pic of the arch with “USO” on it (which means “lie” in Japanese, if you didn’t know).
Me at St. Louis Airport
Angelica at St. Louis Airport
St. Louis Arch: USO
After St. Louis, we got on a 5-hour flight to San Francisco. And, in case you’re wondering, no, I don’t know why it took so long; maybe we were flying against the wind or something. It’s a good thing we ate in the St. Louis airport because it was already too late for them to serve dinner on this flight. But they did show a movie, Panic Room. Boy, am I glad we didn’t actually pay $5 for headphones! (We had our own.) I feel sorry for anyone who paid $10 to see it at a movie theater… It had such good potential!
WARNING: SPOILERS for Panic Room
But it really screws up at the part where the cops come to the house to investigate her ex-husband’s phone call. I mean, why would she turn the cops away? Even though the bad guys can see her from the cameras that lead into the panic room, she knows that they have no audio, so if she just said to the cops “They’re in the panic room, they have my daughter, there are cameras all over the house, so if they see you come in they’ll kill her,” then the bad guys would never have known, but the cops would have. I suppose I could have accepted that. If you’re in a situation like that you may not be thinking clearly. But! If she was planning to go and smash all the cameras anyway, then what was the point of turning the cops away? She could’ve said, “They’re in the panic room, they have my daughter, there are cameras all over the house, so if they see you come in they’ll kill her… but come back in 10 minutes after I’ve finished smashing all the damn cameras.” Stupid woman. And besides, this all would have been moot in reality because after the first time she said that it was a mistake, that the call was nothing, the cops would have gone away. Especially New York cops. Those cops persisted for practically 10 minutes! And then! They tried to get her to signal at them, in case she couldn’t say anything in fear! Gag me with a spoon. What, the writers couldn’t think of anything better? If they had just left out the cops altogether, it would’ve been more believable.
END OF SPOILERS
Angelica was quite upset over the movie, and I think I just retreated into my discman for the rest of the flight. Buck-Tick’s Six/Nine album really is the best to fall asleep to. Actually, I say that for almost anything of B-T’s. It’s just so kirei.
We got into the SF airport around 11:30pm (15 minutes earlier than anticipated. Joy.) and took a cab to the Golden Gateway Holiday Inn, which cost $32. Nicky, one of our roommates, had left a message on my cell phone that she was waiting for us at the hotel bar. ^_~ But when we got to the hotel and started to check in, I got a call from Nicky on my cell phone and she was just to the right, where the lobby lounge is. She’d already met up with our second roommate, Ange, who had replaced the no-show Jenny. We all went up to the room and unpacked, then got ready for bed. We probably stayed up for about an hour or so talking, but finally got to sleep.
