Friday, December 14, 2001

I survived the worst flight of my flying life last night. It was sooooo freakin' turbulent. It was only a two hour flight to Memphis, but *urp*, at least half of it was a rock 'n' roll adventure. I've never gotten so close to hurling my pretzel sticks before. *urp* I was feeling the effects about two hours after the flight too. *urp* Now I know why there are barf bags available! :-) Bottom line, however, was that I survived! It was my first flight since the Sept 11 stuff. Visions of plane crashes danced in my head prior to departure as I'm sure it does for a lot of people these days. I did appreciate all of the extra security that was around. Even though I dont' think the random screenings are that effective, it was nice knowing that someone cared. ;-)