A first class welcome home

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You know, I love Florida. Orlando, especially. Everytime I fly in, I feel like I'm going home. I look out the window of the plane and see the stiff grass and palm trees, and it's always comforting. I know that a few carefree days of shopping and comfort food are right ahead. And I was right. Once again, another beautiful visit. I spent a small fortune on clothes and a new Coach purse and scarf. I got to eat chicken and dumplings and shrimp bisque. I'm happy. I'd say I'm fat and happy, but I can't. I bought 5 sundresses, all two sizes smaller than I was. I haven't lost an ounce, but I can see muscle tone returning to my legs and abs. Working out really works! What a concept!

It was also nice to be away from the internet for a few days. Myspace is quite often a source of stress for me, and I needed some time off. I spent my time playing the Sims, shopping, texting Rachel and Jerry, and getting up early, of all things. I went to a very lovely funeral (not that funerals are happy and lovely, but as far as funerals go, it was beautiful and personal) while I was there.

I got to the airport this morning to come home, and checked in, only to have the little kiosk ask if I wanted to upgrade to first class. I said no and went on my way. After waiting in the insane security line and getting to my gate, I had changed my mind. I upgraded. You know why? Because I could. So I got a window seat, drank vodka and Diet Coke, and was thoroughly sloshed by the time I got off the plane. You try going through baggage claim and riding the metro when the world is spinning! It was worth every penny to upgrade, I tell ya. I spent a good amount of my drunken time sticking post its in my Savannah travel guide and reading a Marian Keyes novel. I love her.

My semi-inebriated butt is going to cuddle the cat and finish dinner now. Tomorrow I settle back into my normal routine. Jerry should be home soon, I can't wait to see him! It's amazing how much you miss someone after five days. LOL!

Today's lesson: First class is not only about privileged people drinking for free. It's also about the flight attendant noticing the ice in your glass has melted, promptly showing up with a new glass of ice, and placing each piece in your liquor soaked cup with those fancy little ice tongs so your vodka and Coke is never less than perfectly chilled.

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