Day 3. No More Mini Fruity Gels.

How odd. I think we killed them. When we bought the Mango Mini Fruity Gels, we decided that they wouldn't last long. Cool things rarely do. Well, then we hear that a couple of kids have choked to death on the things! How sad!

I wrote today, which was wonderful. I wrote a lot. Yaay!

And we got more groceries, and Zavi went to the doctor who talked very slowly and was kind of strange, but gave her a perscription right away.

We had one argument in Wal-Mart about where Saddle River was; in New Jersey, New York, or Idaho. I hope we got people listening. I forget where I thought it was.

And then we watched LEXX, in which Xev got drunk and Kai sang and 790 killed a Stan lookalike. And then we watched Homicide.

Tomorrow, we might go to a Youthfestival thingy at a park. We'll see how early we get up and how we feel.
posted by Jann Woodard at 1:50 AM

Day 2. Music, Movies, and Mango.

You will see a detailed explanation of Mango in Zavi's blog. It was all fiercely entertaining.

I've still got jet lag, inasmuch as it shouldn't be this late yet.

This morning, I remembered how much I wished I had Black Eyed Sceva music on mp3 so I could use it in audio productions. (No, there isn't anything there yet. Don't be fooled; I just put up some stuff so that Freeservers wouldn't delete my account, but they probably will anyway.) But anyway, so I found songs of theirs on KaZaA. Whoohoo!

And we bought lots of food (food is a good, good thing) and watched some TV. Half of "I Worship His Shadow" and then "To Wong Foo Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar" was on and it was so cute. And then we watched a very good episode of Homicide.

What fun! Be sure to try some of those Mango Fruity Gels if you find any.
posted by Jann Woodard at 12:37 AM

*huggles Zavi for getting blogger to work*

Yaaay! This is my first blog. Okay. I suppose, since this is about my trip, I ought to talk about my first day.

I woke up earlier than anyone should. 3:25 AM, so that I could take a shower and finish packing. Then I said goodbye to the cats and my mom, and my dad took me to the airport, where it was more crowded than I'd ever seen it. Bunch of crazies. Who flies out at 6:15 AM? Well, there were lots of us.

I had a center seat on the first flight, to Dallas. There was an eight-year-old boy in the window seat and a somewhat talkative guy on my left. We talked about travel, and vacations, and whatnot, and once he had stopped talking, I got to thinking. I got to thinking that the guy sounded an awful lot like Kenny Vance, a local sports radio talk show guy and NBA-insider-whatnot. He sounded like Vance, only not as exagerrated, which would make sense because he wasn't on the radio. But I couldn't just ask if he was, because he probably wasn't. So I spent the whole time wishing I could drop hints that I was a Blazer fan and that maybe he'd say something. The boy by the window was pretty quiet the whole time, just asked me to help open his water bottle, only he got restless and talkative during our descent and we talked about the weather and horror movies and sharks and South Park and Michael Jordan. We both agreed that Michael Jordan wouldn't be nearly as good as he used to be if he came back to basketball. The Kenny Vance soundalike didn't say anything about the inside information he might have had, so it wasn't him. Or he just didn't want to talk about it.

The Dallas airport was great, and my next flight took off from a neighboring terminal. The lady beside me was an artist on her way to Paris.

I liked all of my airplane food.

Then we landed and Zavi was there waiting! Yaaay! It is so very much fun to be back here. It feels as though I've never left.
posted by Jann Woodard at 12:43 AM