California

So tomorrow I'm leaving at the ass-crack of dawn to catch a flight to California where I will be undoubtedly met by my many ardent admirers.  If I were to venture a guess I would say there will be at least twenty people waiting anxiously as I descend the escalator (yeah, I'm lazy what of it?), down to the baggage claim of John Wayne International Airport.  (I'm not sure if it's actually international, but it's got like four baggage carousels, so that's impressive for an airport named after a man who starred in westerns.)  There will be hugs, tears, and a mass amount of rose pedals thrown beneath my feet. 

I paint quite the picture don't I?  In sad actuality, the only person who will be there is my boyfriend.  Who does love me but is more or less obligated to pick me up.  And instead of my baggage claim fantasy I'll probably have to run and try (very hard) to catch him outside near the taxis.  He should come in and actually see me, but his father never taught him proper airport etiquette.  I would try to correct this, but I have to choose my battles and getting him to quit smoking takes precedence over chivalry anyday.

Anyway, I'll probably have to wait for him outside of the large golden statue of John Wayne.  This is the brilliance of their "pick-up" area.  It's this dank tunnel with three lanes, so if party A (those who are doing the picking up) is not in the closest lane to the curb, then party B (person sans a car of their own) has to frantically wave them down knocking over her two suitcases, hitting an Asian tourist in the face and making small children cry, all while party A just drives on by unaware.   And yes, this may have been a personal experience. 

But at least I get to see this boyfriend.  I mean he's pretty cute.  Funny.  Charming.  A soon-to-be-non-smoker.  And I don't know anyone else to pick me up, so guess he's my knight in shining armore. (Ha, see what I did there?)

So in summation, to whomever reads this, that will be one aspect of my day tomorrow.  Have a good sleep.  (...Or morning.  I don't know where my fanbase is located.  I figure I have more of an East Coast vibe).