Homeward Bound

I'm back home, finally. My colleague and I finished up at our last site early and headed to the airport to catch an earlier flight home. She lives in Atlanta and apparently there's a flight from Florida to Atlanta every 20 seconds. Unfortunately the flight I was originally booked on was the earliest one which meant I had 2 hours to kill. Well, 2 hours turned to 3.5 thanks to high wind advisory in Chicago. And I don't want a word from East Coast bloggers about how windy their city is. ; )

The wonderful thing about Fort Lauderdale International Airport is the free wireless internet at all terminals. People watching at an airport cafe with free internet is so fantastic that it's probably outlawed in some countries. The hours flew by while I got some work down, cruised blogs and chatted with friends. The man in the business suit next to me moved his chair at such an odd angle, it made it apparent that he wasn't doing work (unless he was with the FBI or something classified). The way he kept looking up with eyes darting in all directions only proved that he was partaking in some afternoon internet porn. You must be pretty addicted (or desperate) if you can't wait until you're back in the privacy of your own home to look at that. I almost dry-heaved when he suddenly packed up his stuff and headed for the bathroom. Thankfully he wasn't on my flight. I also noticed that there's a look that the young women of Florida are trying to achieve. Somewhere between Jessica Simpson and an orange. Ladies, the sun is our friend. It gives us light and helps grow our food and even affects our mood. However, the fact that you are using the big fire-ball in the sky as your personal microwave is disturbing. The more you tan, the more you peel and the more you peel the more your skin starts to resemble leather. And the thick, orange skin only highlights your newly bleached teeth in a negative way. No ones teeth is naturally THAT white. I will say that the quality of plastic surgery in Florida competes only with California. Most of the breast enhancements looked very natural without being too over-the-top. Unfortunately my flight attendant was the exception. From far away she looked like she was in her late 20's. However upon closer inspection the years of tanning and peroxide blondeness of her hair (the color matched her teeth) made her look 40+. Also, her breast "enhancement" made her look like she was carrying around her own flotation devices.

By the time I got to Chicago it was 10pm and all I could think about was getting home, getting out of my stylish but uncomfortable-after-14-hours strappy shoes and snuggling off to sleep next to D. Unfortunately the delays made O'Hare Airport packed and I had to wait 30 minutes just to get a taxi home. This morning I felt like I was hit by a bus but I don't care. I'm home.