it’s beautiful and sunny, but pretty chilly right now, so i’m waiting around for it to warm up, and then i’ll go running. i can run way down the street, and eventually i get to the park, and then i run back, and it’s uphill a little, a very good run.
yesterday on the plane when we were getting ready to take off, the pilot said that it would take an hour and 49 minutes to get to denver, but he was going to do what he could to shave some time off that, so we’d get in early.
they always say this. what, exactly, do they think they’re going to do to get there quicker? are they going to suddenly speed, revving the motor way up, so the plane flies a lot fast than it usually does? do they usually only fly kind of slowly? or, are they going to take some secret shortcut, skipping over a few states or something?
i flew on frontier airlines, and the plane looked pretty new, and there are little TVs on the back of each seat. i found them slightly annoying, but also kind of interesting. i forgot to plug in my headphones, but every once in a while there was a trivia quiz, and i learned many interesting facts from them. for example – a woodpecker pecks 20 pecks PER SECOND. wow. fast. Cheerios first were called Cheerioats. Learning good stuff on the plane.
as i walked to the plane, there was a big sign that said “one in four eighth graders has been drunk.” very alarming. how do they know? i didn’t see any drunk 8th graders there at the airport. i didn’t see any drunk people at all, as a matter of fact. the guy in line at security was friendly, and said i should definitely take off my belt, and seemed to be fine with the idea of me taking off other things, but i didn’t, except for my shoes. but i don’t think he was drunk. just friendly. it’s kind of weird, taking your clothes off there in public with others.
soon, will there be drunk eight year olds? eight month olds? somebody needs to do something, or soon we’ll all be drunk all the time, from the moment we’re born.
i, personally, rarely drink enough to be drunk. i was trying to remember the first time i actually got drunk, and i know it must have been when i was a freshman in college, but i can’t remember the specific time. i remember one new year’s eve, my boyfriend was having a party, and i was making punch, and i kept sampling it before the party started, so that by the time it began i was already drunk.
i didn’t start out the new year feeling so great.
here are some photos of the halloween extravaganza that i went to on saturday night. if you want to see more photos, my friend kynda has some great ones at: kynda’s pumpkin photos
here are some of mine:
that’s all for the moment.
ok then,
grace in another time zone.