The plane to O'Hare was a small plane - 2 seats on each side of the aisle, maybe 20 rows altogether. I hate small planes. However, the flight was uneventful. I dozed and read part of a book that I've been eagerly looking forward to and eagerly saving for my trip.
O'Hare is huge, and beautiful. I'd been through it once before, when I was flying in for Hope's and Faith's graduations back in 2002, but that was a very late flight, and I don't think I actually had to go through the airport on that flight; it may have been one of those where you got to stay on the plane while they let half the herd off. By the time I got off my flight and through the airport and over the hill and through the woods to the other concourse where the flight to Seattle was leaving, I just had time to call my mom and say hi to her before getting back on the plane.
So far, the ride to Seattle has been bumpy. The movie is the Pursuit of Happiness, which I had no desire to watch, so I pulled out the laptop, and I'm (gasp) doing homework. My seatmate and I are lucky - the middle seat's empty - so we have some elbow room.
The person in the seat behind me is talking back to the movie, uttering a series of "Oh shit!" over and over again.
I hate turbulence.
I got onto the ground in Seattle fine, though the flight was bouncy like woah. Ginger and Dan picked me up, and we made for Red Robin with Corey, C2, and Ari. We ran some errands this afternoon, and now Dan and a cousin are WoWing, another cousin is playing some variant of Mario, and Ginger and I have got mac and cheese in the oven. Life is good.
I'm pseudo-reading LJ this week. Email if the world blows up and I need to know about it. :)