First Leg: Philly to Detroit

We made it to the airport on time. I was going to get coffee before we got on the plane, but the only place that had any post-security check was Burger King, and there was a huge line there, probably for that very reason. While we were waiting for the boarding announcement, there was this incredibly cute boy waiting for the same plane. We later learned his name was Grant. He was ridiculously good looking. Preppy, nice hair. He looks like he could be Jeremy Lory's long lost brother. I actually looked at him several times wondering if it were in fact Jeremy, in which case I would have asked him if I could get my picture taken with him. When we got on the plane, he sat right across the aisle from him, and neither one of us could keep our eyes off of him. He kept looking at us, too, but of course you never know if somoene like that is looking at you, or just wondering why the hell you're staring at him in the first place.

The plane to Detroit was fine. Although the flight attendant spilled very hot coffee in my lap (apparently I should have just gotten it at Burger King after all), but he was very very nice about it, and I just decided to live with a coffee stain for the rest of the day. And portion of the coffee that stayed in the cup was actually quite tasty. They didn't give me much sugar, but I always have a packet of Splenda or two in my wallet or bookbag for emergencies. I find all-Splenda doesn't taste very good, but Spenda as a supplement to white sugar works very nicely and I usually can't taste anything artificial.

I otherwise occupied myself with my iPod, listening to the Shins' "Chutes Too Narrow" and a great binaural album I have called "Sounds of Old New Orleans," both of which I highly recommend.