Getting There is Half the Fun

I woke up at 4 this morning and my sister dropped me at the airport by 5 on her way to work.  I figured that would be plenty of time to check in, clear security and still grab a coffee.  I had an aisle seat so I wouldn’t have to bother anyone if I had to pee so I could get a grande.  I need it and a scone.  I was hungry.  But the lines were longer than I thought they would be and security was slow.  By the time I got to the gate my flight was boarding.  Shit.

I head to last row of the plane and am just praying that the person already there is normal sized and clean.  I have a history of sitting next to annoying people on planes – the tattoo covered Satanist, the over sized snorer, and the chatty sales rep.  Lucked out today, he was a skinny, middle aged fellow from Medfield.  He works for a lab that I won’t name but will say that it does propulsion and aerodynamic research but it also makes logs.  He flies to Texas twice a month to test his work and never has to o keave the airport. Odd.  He was eating a bacon, egg and cheese biscuit from McDonalds.  I offered him $20 for it but he just laughed.  He gave me his hash brown though which was very generous and much appreciated.  I’d have to wait for the beverage cart for some coffee though.  We both waited anxiously for the third passenger who would join us in the rear of the plane.  No one showed and he moved over to the window as we were both relieved and happy about the extra space for the 4 hour flight.  The flight itself was uneventful and despite how tired I was, I only slept on and off.  I figured if we crashed on the island our seats would make us the “others”.

We finally landed and I rented a little car and a GPS which was a big relief to me.  I won’t get lost now!  I left the airport and drove about 15 minutes through a run down and simple area.  I wondered if all of Austin would look this way.  I found the hotel which is right on the highway but it’s cleans and the young woman who checked me in assured me it was safe so here I will stay.

Now to explore a bit of the city.  I punched in the address of the Galaxy Café and headed off.  I passed more run down houses and pawn shops and…load stores?  Weird.  I find the Triangle which is a cute plaza with some restaurants, a pub and some little shops with apartments or perhaps condos built above.  It was beautifully paved in brick and there was free parking.   I had a hard time deciding where I should walk since everything was brick – the road, the sidewalks, the crosswalks and the subtle differences between the three weren’t enough to designate what was what.  I found the Galazy Café and ordered a fish wrap which was the close to a fish taco but in a wrap.  Unfortunately the fish was fried to the point of sawdust and the chipotle sauce held the fish together like spackle.   I’ll have to find somewhere other for dinner tomorrow.

Here I Am back at the hotel and ready for a good night’s sleep.  I’m exhausted and tomorrow is another day with another adventure and a show tomorrow night.  Good night and I hope there are no bedbugs that bite.

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