I'm bored. And tired

I've been sitting here in JFK's Terminal 4 for about four hours now. And I'm bored. And I just want to sleep. I feel like I haven't talked all day since I don't know anyone and everyone tends to keep to themselves in airports. I do the same, so I guess I shouldn't judge too much.

The day has gone rather smoothly, especially considering I'm kind of retarded when it comes to reading signs in unfamiliar places. My flight from KCI to Detroit was really full and I felt really sick - probably because it was a teeeeny plane and I was way in the back. You know, right by the loud as anything engines where the wheels go down. I've never gotten motion sickness from flying before, but I guess there's a first for everything.

We landed in Detroit early, but had to wait for the plane occupying our gate to leave, so we just sat there for forever. And then once we pulled into the gate, no one up front moved, meaning us losers stuck in the back had to sit there even longer. I only had an hour between flights in Detroit, so by the time I bought some juice from a stand and ate some trail mix (I was soooo hungry. Probably because I ate like a fifth of a bagel this morning and nothing else) it was pretty much time to board. Sorry dad, this means no Red Wings' paraphernalia. No time.

I managed to sleep pretty much the whole way to JFK, thank God, or I think I would have lost what little of the trail mix I managed to eat during my first layover. I was in the emergency exit row, meaning I had like twice as much leg room on my second flight. Amazing. It's a good thing we didn't have to use the emergency exit though, because I'm fairly sure I would have totally freaked out. I read the directions multiple times though just in case something happened.

When I landed in JFK I had to go from Terminal 2 to Terminal 4. In theory this is extremely simple. You just hop on the AirTram station and ride it around for a few minutes. In reality I almost died. See I had to switch my own bags - meaning that I had to lug my collectively 80 lb suitcases plus my backpack, which I swear weighs as much as I do - all the way out of Terminal 2, across a street, up a huge ass ramp, across another street, and down about 100 yards before I finally found an elevator to take me up to the track. This really doesn't sound too bad until you take into account what I was wearing: 3 1/2 inch heeled boots, a long sleeved T-shirt, a sweater, a blazer, and a coat. All my heavy stuff that wouldn't fit into my bags. Lets just say that I felt sorry for the people I stood next to at the Aer Lingus counter when I arrived. Ew.

But I had plenty of time to cool off at the counter, since I got there at 1 pm and they didn't open until 2 pm. Thanks. Awesome. But I was too tired to go anywhere so I stood there for an hour. In my huge boots. And now my feet really hurt. But I did talk to this really nice Irish lady who was in front of me. We were the first two in line. She said she didn't understand how we Americans lived with such crazy weather. I really don't know how we do either, to tell you the truth, but I felt sorry for her. She said the coldest it's been where she's from in the last hundred years is -4 C (aka 24 F). Not exactly Death Valley or anything, but still, it could be a lot worse. It turns out she just got back from this like week and a half long Caribbean cruise. Lucky. It sounded amazing. While I was stuck in Kansas City/Omaha suffering through our bipolar weather.

Once the counter opened, I got through really quickly. And then found something to eat again as I was sufficiently hungry once more. $11 for a baked ziti and bottled water. Outrageous (plus the $7.95 I'm paying in airport WiFi right now. Stupid). I sat next to some pretty interesting people though, which entertained me for a while. The first people I sat next to were these two women (I think one of them was a pastor or something). They sat there gossiping about all the people who made them mad at church. A very Christian thing to do, obviously. I don't know if there's anyone at their church who they didn't badmouth. I didn't know who they were talking about but it was still funny.

The next people I eavesdropped on were much more interesting. Apparently they were independent paparazzi or something who lerk around JFK waiting for celebrities for them to stalk and abuse. And they must lerk a lot because they knew one of the flight attendants eating right next to us. Pretty well from the sound of it. But I gained some very useful knowledge. For instance, did you know that 'Britney' used to fly commercial but now she has a huge head and doesn't, but recently did for some reason? And Toni Collette is married, so when stalking her flights, you have to look for her married name on the list or you won't find her. And apparently something big happened very recently, but they didn't know if their photos/videos were going to make it onto TV (TMZ, Extra, ET, Access Hollywood, etc) but look for it in US Weekly. They weren't sure if it would make TV. They don't watch TV. It's sleezy, but they're not.

And now here I am. With another hour before my last (!!) flight boards for Ireland. Trying not to sleep. But hopefully that means I'll be able to on the plane.

Hopefully next time I post something it will include pictures!
Kim