2 trains, 3 flights, 3 states, and 12 hours later

Yes, it took me that long to get to La Guardia airport today. SFO, Dulles, Philly, and finally NY. Oh my.

And worst part of it all, I don't have my luggage, so I'm sorta needing to compromise tonight. Hmm... things like:

Using a very mini toothbrush
Sleeping in some of the clothes I wore all day during my "national tour"
Re-wearing it all again tomorrow
yada yada yada

But, I'm grateful I made it to NY and that I'll be getting my suitcase (hopefully) tomorrow afternoon.

This picture was taken by Scott at midnight (EST) on a shuttle to the United terminal to pick up Abigail and figure out my delayed bag situation. The guy on the right is Bandele, an phenomenal photographer from the UK! (Tonight, I nominated him Vice President of the Scott Robert Fan Club).

a bunch of lemons

I kept getting lemons while creating a DVD at work. Technical issues can be so frustrating for me, and unfortunately, a bit wasteful.

At least I got to get creative with these lemon-of-a-dvds. Before I threw them out, I took these pictures to memorialize this experience. If you click on the picture, you get to see a snippet of what I was thinking each time the dvd didn't work. I remember feeling a little growly. rar.

fuming + 5 hours

The TSA lady at SFO was a total jerk to me.












Late March, I got to SFO a little later then I should have to catch my early am flight to San Diego. (Thanks again Nyam for that ride!) So, while everyone at Virgin America was trying to be helpful to get my on my flight, the TSA lady took her time to get me through security. I kid you not; whe was intentionally slowing things down. 3 other people behind me missed their flight because of her.

So, anyway, I was fuming because I missed my flight by about 7 seconds. (I am not exaggerating. I ran like a crazy-aunt-trying-to-see-her-baby-niece down the corridor when I saw the cabin door shut AND SEAL). It made me so mad, I started crying. And I can reassure you, they were not tears of sadness...they were tears of anger.












And there, I began my 5 hour wait until I'd be able to catch the next flight to San Diego. Me, SFO, my laptop, camera, and a lot of hours in between.

















What did I do? I spent the first hour writing an intense letter to SFO, letting them know about TSA agent 62456 - (I made that up) - and her inappropriate conduct. (Un)fortunately, I never sent it. I just needed to vent my growls. You can imagine why though. B/c I was so sad I couldn't spend those hours snuggling with this lil THANG.

the girl that cried spider

The apple genius thought I was messing around when I said that I think there's a spider in my computer. The first time I mentioned it, he just gave me a smirk sort of indicating, "uh, yeah right." I just thought...I guess he doesn't think it's really a big deal. I mentioned it again, and asked him if he thought maybe that's why my computer was freaking out occasionally. He gave me that same vibe again. "Hmm... Yeah, I guess he doesn't think that a spider inside my portable is what's causing the screen to pixelate and go berserk."

Finally, when I explained the entire story about how I saw a spider crawl out from the vents and sneak back in, he finally said..."OH! It's a real spider you're referring to?!"

"Uh, yeah..." I thought to myself.

He thought I was just using the spider analogy for what my computer was doing when it was freaking out on me.

Anyway, he shipped it off to get repaired. That means, I won't have my compy on me for over a week! This is a bit of a shock for my system since I use it pretty much every single day.

What am I going to do about posting pictures you ask? WELL -- I think I'll probably post pics that are pretty raw and then share a short anecdote about it.










Like this picture.

I took this at a wedding that I assisted at. Uh, and I use that term "assisted" loosely. I went to watch Scott in action at a wedding. (I like to argue that I worked pretty hard, but I did indeed enjoy coffee, cake, the dinner, and all of that, whereas Scott was running around capturing the wedding). After the ceremony, we went to the reception area to get our polaroid taken. We took one to put in the guest book, then took 3 more so that each of us could keep one. But, ended up taking 5 because every time we'd take one, we didn't like how one aspect turned out. She probably thought we were a bunch of nutty photographers who expected perfection from a polariod. "We" being Bandele, me, and Scott.

sometimes spam makes me chuckle

Have you ever read through the catchy titles in your spam box (right before you click delete all forever and ever)? I mean, these are the things that are supposed to make you stop and think...."Are All the Good Men in Palo Alto [Really] Taken?" Wow, I better click on that link right away before I lose my opportunity of meeting a good Palo Altonian man.

Or maybe I'll be compelled to click to find out what that "Weapon Used to Make Love" is.

Or gosh, I was just thinking that I needed "Relief from all diseases!"

Why don't you just spam me now!

claustrophobia

Today, everyone and their laptops decided they would work from home....meaning, they are all at coupa cafe crowding around me. Okay, not around me, but just everywhere! As much as I love this place, I'm starting to feel like, "Would you please just open a window! I'm dying back here by the trash can corner because it was the only spot I could find."