Temporary Tourists

 

London Bridge Channel, Lake Havasu City, Arizona

April 26, 2013

Taking the trip to Arizona was the first time I've ever been on an airplane. Not gonna lie, it was a terrifying experience. Then again I'm scared of many things, but so far, that ride has been the worst.

We arrived at the airport in Bellingham, waited at ticketing for an obnoxious bachelorette-squealing filled hour, then were rushed, which felt more like shoved, through the stressful security check process and spewed out into the terminals to find our gate. I had mistakenly thought that airports would provide a smoking area after security, but unfortunately for me that was not the case and there was not enough time to make the trip through security and back to catch a smoke.
My heart was pounding, I was already flustered and we had to wait for an hour and a half before we could board. 

Longest. Wait. Ever.

They called Joey's row 15 minutes ahead of mine. I was sitting there, anxious and alone when the fire alarm announced to vacate the airport, . Without my boyfriend by my side to calm me, I imagined all of the worst scenarios, terrified that I would somehow be violently separated from him in a fire before I could even get to the scary scenarios of being on an airplane. No one budged so I stayed put, quietly freaking out in my head while everyone passed by none the wiser.

Finally, they called my row and I was up as quick as I could, each step with purpose, closer to the comfort and safety of my love's arms.

I thought I would breathe easier once I was securely seated next to Joey with the ultimate death grip on his hand, but nope, next to shake me up was the take off!

I'll describe the feeling- sketchy. 
It felt like I was trapped on a huge bus, in the middle of a wheelie, going 9,000 miles an hour off a skate ramp, meanwhile I couldn't help but repeat "oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" as my stomach took a seat in my throat when I felt the initial liftoff.
I got used to it after the first hour, but my stomach was on edge the whole flight, doing leaps and lurches as the plane pushed it's way through the clouds.

Landing was the next obstacle, obviously more for me to get through than the pilot, who very smoothly set his tires to the runway without a hitch. Everybody clapped their approval, I wanted to shout "fuck yeah!" and quickly find some pavement to kiss in relief to landing, you know, the little things. 
  

We had finally landed in Las Vegas, Nevada!
I finally celebrated the fact of our arrival to Sin City after I inhaled a cigarette in record time at the gamblin' and smoking room at the airport.

Then the fun began!Stay tuned for more backlogged updates until I catch up!

Lake Havasu, Arizona

April 28, 2013

Goodnight!
xoStarGirl