Aug/090
From The Draft Folder: No Sleep Till Vegas
Wrote this while in the Dallas Airport, on what ended up being a complete and utter clusterfuck of a day:
I've been awake so long that, while laying on the blue & brown carpeting of the A Terminal of Dallas Fort Worth Airport, while dozing off to the non-stop CNN, I thought the voice coming from the screen was gibberish. She just had a strong accent. And part of the show, a special on the Middle East, was in Arabic. I woke up 20 minutes later to hear a painstakingly detailed interview by a supposed protege of Michael Jackson.
still life with suitcase, DFW terminal A
The air conditioning at full blast and me in my typical complete incompetence at dressing with contingency plans, in a knee-length dress and no tights, was forced to take out my nightgown and wrap it around my legs, while I put both my arms inside my cardigan to stop from constantly shivering. I tried laying on the airport provided cots (too obsessed with falling and breaking a 27 year old hip), I tried putting my sunglasses on, I tried burying my head in the crook of my arm. And nothing, no sleep.
my sleeping bag solution/nightgown.
On the flight here, instead of napping, I listened to David Cross, Shut Up You Fucking Baby, which I've heard dozens of times and tried to dissect his tone. Because of my standby status, I was forced into the middle seat, which as an experienced traveler, I never, ever get, and spied on my neighbors: skinny Asian guy to my left who slept for most of the way, and then in the last hour, pulled out a big DSLR camera and meticulously looked at all his photos. It was obvious he was trying to hide what he was looking at at certain points in the roll, which of course made me crazy with curiousity. At one point, I glanced and he was watching what appeared to be a cock fighting video.
That was written at 4.18 am. I didn't make it to Vegas until 11.00 pm the next night and didn't get to sleep until (I'm guessing here) 7 or 8 am, fueled by Red Bull, whiskey/cokes & something called "Ass Juice." More on all of those amazing things later.
don't forget your clothing, ladies! i know you sluts are always getting naked in the bathroom at airpors.