On the road again..er, in the air!
After an all too brief stop at Rebecca’s to drop off the car, we return to Shira’s place and sleep for a few hours before waking to go to the airport. Shira drives us to LAX way way way before sunrise and we are very very thankful to her for dropping us off. Tzadik and I embark for our first day of flying (in an airplane) together. We barely make it onto our first flight, which is a lengthy trip from LA to Washington, D.C. over a huge blanket of clouds that must be covering the bulk of the United States, though it is hard to imagine that all that land is hiding down there under all that white. We see glimpses of sunrise and a few mountain peaks that look like floating islands. We manage to sleep side by side on a row of three chairs and it is the best sleep I can remember having on a plane since I was little sleeping nestled between my parents’ shoulders on flights to London. We nap and chat and sneak peaks out the window and snuggle some more.
In Washington, D.C. we make portraits of each other in front of a large row of rainbow illuminated glass—I pose in front of the hot pink and Tzadik stands in front of the orange in a No Enemy shirt. We take a shuttle (the inside of which is more like a jungle gym) to the G terminal and we read and talk about yoga and I make a zillion work calls and then we are boarding our plane and Tzadik almost misses it because he has gone hunting for food in another terminal but we make it onto the plane, which has only 13 rows of 4 seats each and we are at the very back next to the lavatory. We have a very enjoyable plane ride that includes making magazine collages, calculating how high we are in the sky (over one mile high, very cold temperature), and chatting.
Dena and Gary pick us up at the airport and we go out to eat at a Thai restaurant where we toast the newlyweds and I sing my adapted cheer/chant for their marriage. We spend the night at Dena’s relatives’ house. Tzadik and I run outside and go dancing in the thunderstorm, returning home drenched in water and laughter. I work into the wee hours of the morning on the internet and I sleep very well.
In Washington, D.C. we make portraits of each other in front of a large row of rainbow illuminated glass—I pose in front of the hot pink and Tzadik stands in front of the orange in a No Enemy shirt. We take a shuttle (the inside of which is more like a jungle gym) to the G terminal and we read and talk about yoga and I make a zillion work calls and then we are boarding our plane and Tzadik almost misses it because he has gone hunting for food in another terminal but we make it onto the plane, which has only 13 rows of 4 seats each and we are at the very back next to the lavatory. We have a very enjoyable plane ride that includes making magazine collages, calculating how high we are in the sky (over one mile high, very cold temperature), and chatting.
Dena and Gary pick us up at the airport and we go out to eat at a Thai restaurant where we toast the newlyweds and I sing my adapted cheer/chant for their marriage. We spend the night at Dena’s relatives’ house. Tzadik and I run outside and go dancing in the thunderstorm, returning home drenched in water and laughter. I work into the wee hours of the morning on the internet and I sleep very well.
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