November 15 / Travel Day
Darkness envelopes my room and silhouettes of the furniture begin to show themselves as my eyes begin to adjust. A quick peek at the clock says it is 2:30 am. The sound of the furnace makes me shiver so the decision to get into the shower is made. The hot water warms and wakes me. The mental packing list is checked off in my head as the shampoo runs down the drain and items that were needed to get ready this morning can finally be added to the suitcase. Clothes that were carefully chosen weeks in advance are put on and a cup of steamy, hot coffee is sipped as I walk out to my garage for an early morning smoke.
I unlock the door and upon entering, I notice that the neighborhood raccoons have broken into my garage through the cat door and eaten all the cat food…strewn it about the garage… I am NOT going to deal with this right now. When I get to the “coffeeshop” side of the garage, I can’t help but see the gorgeous Sterling Haze that was just pulled 2 days ago and is now hanging to dry. She is beautiful. She will need to be trimmed. Again…I can’t deal with this right now! I need to smoke! I am leaving for Amsterdam!!! The excitement level is nearly excruciating!!!!!! Besides, my neighbor will take care of these things for me while I’m gone.
A little
tap!tap!tap! from the grinder and I have a nice little pile of Neville’s Haze. A
click! from the lighter and soon the all-familiar
bubble!bubble!cough!cough! mixed with swirls of smoke, are bouncing off the garage walls. There. Now my head feels a bit calmer. The clock out here reveals the time is nearly 4:20 am! Hmmmm…. Where is my ride? As expected, Joebear arrives with seconds to spare—and a joint! As the clock changes to 4:20, we both hit our respective modes of stone-portation…
Ahhhh…
When my coughing subsides, my bags are loaded into Joebear’s truck and 10 minutes later, I am walking through SFO. An airport devoid of masses of people makes me happy. No line for checking my bag…no line through security…no problems with security…smoooooooooooooth... I find Gate 47 and YAY! there is an OPEN place to buy coffee!! A latte and a water are purchased and a seat is found. I have 2 hours to wait. I’d rather wait than rush…anytime.
Upon looking up after getting a book from my carry-on bag, I see a man walking to my row of seats. This place is empty and I know there are plenty of places to sit. He chooses the seat next to me and begins talking. So much for the book I just pulled out. I find out he is going home to Detroit after having flown to SF to meet a girl. It was a bust...sorry, LonelyHeart… He is telling me his whole love-life story! By the time we board the plane, I know more intimate details about LonelyHeart than I could have found out in a Playboy interview. Along with details of his sexual prowess, I find out he is into volleyball, he is divorced, he wants a girlfriend who lives close… I tell LonelyHeart that I am meeting my boyfriend in Detroit and that we are going to Amsterdam together. Even so, he still tries to see if he can change his seat to sit next to me…nope…(
whew!). I am relieved as I would love to read my book.
Much to my (sort of) disappointment the seats next to me are occupied by a woman and her 4 year old daughter. They are returning to Detroit after spending 2 months in Hawaii with family. She begins talking to me and continues to do so the entire 5 hour flight. I will call her Chatty. Her daughter colors with me and sits on my lap for a while. I see every photo Chatty took on her camera…and her cell phone. Then she pulls out ANOTHER cell phone and shows me all 391 pics on THAT one! Then…she shows me the most random thing she could have shown me. Chatty bends down to pull something from under the seat. (PLEASE NOT ANOTHER CAMERA!! LOL!!) No, not another camera, but… A UKELELE!! NO SHIT! I tell her that I am visiting some friends in Amsterdam who just opened a ukulele shop called
THE UKE BOUTIQUE. (click it, silly!) Chatty is Hawaiian and has played her whole life. She tells me the history of the uke and how it warms her heart that it was sort of brought full circle. I am floored that she has a ukulele. I also find out she owns a flower store in Detroit and makes Hawaiian leis. She gives me two petals from the lei she received before she left Honolulu. All the while this is going on, LonelyHeart keeps coming to my row to talk as well. I introduce the two as they are both from Detroit… They were MADE for each other! Chatty had just told me that she COACHES volleyball…she is divorced. She lives in Detroit…
Aiyiyi…
The good thing to come out of all this is that the flight is over faster than it seems. I do get about 45 minutes to read my book when Chatty and her daughter fall asleep. When the plane touches down in Detroit, all I can think about is Bong already being there and waiting for me outside the jet way!!! OMG!! I try to ditch Chatty and LonelyHeart… It works! I *RUN* down the jet way…damn this is an extra looooooooooong one. Suddenly…THERE HE IS!!!!!! My Bong is waiting, with a giant smile on his face… I don’t stop running until I am in his arms and we are smothering each other in kisses. We need to move out of the way as everyone now has to divert AROUND us. (
oops!…)
Our flight is not for a while, so we decide to eat lunch. When we are finished with lunch, I pull a surprise out of my carry-on: CANNADOODLES!!! We each eat one. These are strong fookers…I made them with White Russian buds…yes buds…not shake…and each cookie has 4.6 g per cookie. They are so strong they are nearly spicy-hot. We gobble them up and go back to the gate to wait for our flight to board.
The Luvbong can’t keep their hands off each other… (Wait FIFTY weeks and see how YOU fare…) We finally get to board and immediately open the blankets and pillows. I am beginning to feel the cannadoodle. I start getting the giggles…omg…I can’t stop laughing and I don’t even really know what’s so funny…lolololololololol…. I see Bong’s watch and notice that it is nearing 4:20!!! OMG…we COULD take off for Amsterdam at 4:20!! I couldn’t have PLANNED that! (…more giggles…) Crap! We are backing out and it’s 4:07…can it take a full 13 minutes? Will it be sooner??? The anticipation is killing me! Bong is laughing at my craziness. The aircraft begins to taxi down the runway and the flaps on the wings are adjusted. Bong declares “Somethin’s gonna happen when the wings fall off!” I erupt with more peals of laughter as I realize what he just said… “Let’s hope the wings DON’T fall off” is all I can say between chuckles.
“Flight attendants prepare for takeoff.” 4:18 pm: wheels up. Oh well…no matter because one thing is for certain…
I AM SO HIGH RIGHT NOW! …and I’m happy too…
The rest of the flight is spent doing things most people do on flights…and doing other things only a few people do on flights…
Then…the cannadoodle gives me a left hook and I pass out with my head on Bong’s shoulder… dreaming of all that is possible this year in Amsterdam...
salivating... foaming at the lips...
