Fishstick Friday

Here is a quote that I am reading to myself everyday:

“In the end these things matter most:

How well did you love?

How fully did you love?

How deeply did you learn to let go?”

This is a lot easier said then done. Take for example when my mom calls me - fully inebriated - on Saturday night, after not calling me back for 2 days, saying “Is this the KBTCS pledge-a-thon?” To this I respond “Mom, why are you calling me?”. Realizing her error she says “Oh how did I call you? I was just watching this Steve Miller concert and wanted to donate. Sorry didn’t mean to call you. Whats up?”

This from a woman who makes me SPLIT dinner with her when she fully knows I am trying to save tons of money and oh and not to mention I am her DAUGHTER and that’s what you do with your DAUGHTER you buy her dinner. But donating to the stupid Steve Miller concert is a fully worthwhile endeavor. Are you kidding me? For the record I fully support parents having to bribe there kids to hang out with them.

But in all seriousness I am trying to just let it go. Just say “I can’t change this person” or “I won’t ever be what this person thinks I should be” I’m just going to get over it.

Whooo saaa.

On a separate note I think I might change the name of this blog to “Daily complaints. Cause really you don’t have enough in your life to worry about, why don’t you worry about my problems too!” I have just noticed that the content on here has been pretty depressing and/or bitchy. I’ll be making more of an effort to change that.

I had the weirdest dream yesterday, it was the kind that you wake up from in a hot sweat and pinch yourself to make sure thats actually NOT happening.

I was at my wedding, marrying Ben and I had done ABSOLUTELY nothing to prepare for it. I didn’t even have a dress and I had no idea where we were.

I showed up an hour late and because I didn’t have a dress I was forced to wear this ugly dark green felted tube top and a red flowered wrap skirt. Heinous. It was sort of a tribal ensemble and I also had not worked out, like a good bride to be should, and so my flabby tummy was hanging out for all the world to see. I tried sucking in but sometimes you know when you suck in and you can see some little puckers on ribs and stuff, I think of it as “pre-cellulite”? Yeah I had that all over my stomach. Gross.

People were rushing me to get ready and get out there, I was already over an hour late. I got my makeup done and thought I looked pretty good and was heading out. Suddenly i reached my hand up and felt that my hair was still wrapped in a wet towel!!!! How was I supposed to get married with a wet towel in my hair?? But the “people” dragging me along (I have no idea who these people were) wouldn’t let me stop and fix my hair. So I unwrapped the towel and tried to finger comb my hair so I looked less like a wet cat. It didn’t really work.

I walked out of the room I was in and into this weird restaurant thing that was to be where the ceremony was. There were a lot of people there but everyone was eating already and not paying ANY attention to me. I was like “uhh helllooo! It’s my day! Why are all of you not ooooo-ing and ahhhhh-ing over my beauty right now?!?”. The answer I got was “well you were an hour late, and we got hungry”.

I walked to the front and found Ben sitting at a table with his friends, when he saw me come up he came over and was like “oh glad you finally got here”, not sarcastic or anything but truly like he was glad I made it to our wedding. I don’t remember the actual getting married part, the next thing I remember was Ben saying “ok let’s go sit over here at this table with my friends”. And I was like “uh, ok?”.

The thing I recall most about the dream was this intense feeling of remorse about the fact that I had done nothing to plan for this special day. I kept saying “Can we do this over? I promise I’ll do better! I promise I’ll plan something and I won’t procrastinate!! I promise I promise.” But everyone was like “it’s too late. You’ll just have to accept this.”

So key takeaway is: I’m NOT ready to get married.

Thankfully thats ok because I have suspended that reality for another year at the least. PHEW.

I had very high hopes for you. Your ad campaign is flashy and fun, your check in kiosks were decked out with Macs and fresh flowers and Fergies “Glamorous” was playing softly in the background.  The inside of your plane was sleek and modern and your Red entertainment center was engaging and user friendly.

The first leg of my journey (SEA to LA) was uneventful I’d even go so far as to say “pleasant”.  Upon boarding the second half of my journey (LA to DC) I had a rude awakening. Being the last people on the plane due to a way-to-tight connection I was told there were no more pillows or blankets left on the flight, the funny part about this is not that its an OVERNIGHT FLIGHT and there SHOULD be enough blankets for everyone DUH, but that the flight attendant telling me this was holding two blankets and two pillows!! She quickly realized her mistake and said “oh these ones are for other passengers that asked for them earlier”. Hmmmm so because you (Virgin America) scheduled my flight making me have a too short layover I’m now being punished?? Are you kidding me? You run and airline - a huge logistical mess of an operation and you can’t ensure that there will be enough blankets and pillows?

As we made our way to the VERY BACK ROW 9not your fault I know but it needs to be pointed out) of the plane and tried to settle in without a blanket or a pillow or the ability to recline things just got worse.

Your need for a vibey aesthetic and cool atmosphere apparently does not include curtains between the last seats in the plane and the bathroom area and place where the flight attendants sits during the flight. The lack of this curtain allowed me to HEAR the stewardesses gossip ENDLESSLY about passengers on flights, the issues they had on the job and not to mention countless details about their personal life.

You would have thought the flight was staffed by a pack of WAILING MONKEYS.

I waited for the noise to subside and when it did not AT ALL. I turned around and said “Can you be quite?”. I received no reply but after I turned around I heard a snort and a small giggle, girl gossip code for “oh my god what a freaking bitch”. No more then 20 mins later did they start talking again at the same levels as before.

Let me remind you that this is an OVERNIGHT flight. I.E. a flight you are supposed to SLEEP through.

As I sat there with my ipod turned all the way up trying to block out the noise the man sitting in our aisle seat was unknowingly letting his blanket drop to the floor.  The same attendant I had asked a for a blanket from rushed over and said “Sir hold onto your blanket, those are hot commodities around here”. Are you kidding me!!!!!

Needless to say I got no sleep on the flight and walked off the plane in a mild coma.

I don’t think I had high expectations: A disposable blanket and pillow and a quiet atmosphere. I would give up your flashy entertainment center, your well dressed flight team, and your fancy adjustable headrests to know that I could be ensured those two things.