Warning: If you are looking for something profound, this is NOT the blog for you. These are the day dreams and ramblings of a 30 something military housewife with too much time on her hands and a very tight grip on her imagination.
I made it home from my trip to the states, seeing some of my family and friends. I wish it was longer, we always do. I would love to spend time in North Carolina visiting with my cousins. Luckily, I saw them and my wonderful sister at my grandmother’s birthday a few years back. While at home my mom #2 introduced me to a game in which you ask your travel companions random travel questions. It just so happens I received the question, “who would you take on your fantasy road trip?” Well, this will probably land me in hot water because of what I said, but like I said before, this is my mindless dribble, and so I can put what I want. Take your judgy pointer finger elsewhere because, “Honey Badger Don’t Care!” I answer, after thinking of who I wouldn’t want to take, “Taye Diggs, Jennell (My best friend), and last but not least, Jake Gyllenhaal.” Now, my reasons for not choosing Mark are as simple as, that is who I always take road trips with in my adult life. All the time, we work good together, he drives, I ride and keep him awake, it’s great. We rarely, if EVER fight on a trip; we enjoy our road trips, that is my reality, Mom asked about my fantasy. I also went through the list of other family members I enjoy time with, my dad, been there, done that, we always have a great time and take it easy, the question asker, Shirley, we’d have a great time too, I know because again, been there, done that, but not since I was a teenager. My sister, Nicole. I have been on a wonderful road trip with her, even saw Grandpa as we took off towards Las Vegas from Atlanta, but again, if we are talking fantasies, let’s just go balls to the wall why don’t we, in which I quickly realized, that though I love Jennell dearly as if she were my blood, if I, Talya, am on a road trip with Taye Diggs AND Jake Gyllenhaal, I do not want Jennell there, so when I finally gave the full answer, she didn’t make the cut. Then I proceeded to day dream of what that road trip would be like. From Maine to California, I’d have the company of two amazingly handsome men and while Taye drove (we are on a 1st name basis of course, I am not going to let everyone be privy to our nicknames for each other) Jake would obviously keep me company by watching movies, because the vehicle has a TV, he would massage my feet and of course the guys would switch off and while Jake drove, I would watch Taye sleep, weird, yes, but again fantasy! I also kicked Dad's butt in Tekken and Soul Calibur...okay half and half but in my head, he got schooled.
As some could tell from my pictures on facebook, not only do I take pictures of anything and everything, I was privileged to fly business class all the way to Tokyo from Atlanta. Business class for 13 and a ½ hours. I was waiting in the E concourse praying for what my dad said would happen, that I would get business class. Background to this situation, is that thanks to my father’s hard work and dealing with people’s whining for 11 years, for the rest of his life, I will have the ability to fly stand by on Delta Airlines which in turn gives me the chance of flying 1st class and business class, depending on the flight. Now I go too deep in to this process because one thing about Delta stand by is you never talk about Delta stand by. I received that ticket, 4C, and when called, I promptly found my seat in which the soundtrack in my mind was playing “Mr. Sandman” without the lyrics. Waiting on me was a blanket that covered me from head to toe, socks, slippers, noise canceling head phones along with a swag bag that had little odds and ins you may need, such as, chap stick, shoe polish, and lotion. The leather seat itself would lie all the way down if I needed too. I didn’t truly have a neighbor in the diagonally positioned seat as there was a little wall blocking a complete view of the goings on in my inflight cubicle. I now had become a part of the elite, until Tokyo. No one else had to know I was poor. The attendant comes and asks me if I would like some orange juice or champagne. Completely disregarding the fact I am on antibiotics, I take a slight pause and politely say, “champagne please.” Like I was actually going to not take advantage of the fact I could score free champagne. At least I didn’t act like a buddy passer, they are the worst. Soak up all the free booze they can like this flight was going to be their last, I have been trained and I wasn’t trying to get loaded, that just ain’t me. I embarrass myself not others, well not on purpose at least. I was soon reminded I didn't matter as the pilot did not come and welcome me, cause he knew how much I paid and how much everyone else paid who was not non rev (that's another stand by term, shh) I took a picture of every single meal I ate, whether it tasted good or not, the presentation was amazing, I had the duck for my main course. I can only imagine being able to actually fly business class all the time.
The goodies ("Swag Bag" not pictured)
Not going to say what the duck ACTUALLY looks like, but I ate it. Those who know me can guess what I think it looks like.
Tiramisu, crazy good.
The best meal, by far! Chicken sausage too!
Does this picture show how amazing tired I am? Didn't sleep hardly at all, at least I was comfortable!
I made it home safely thanks to God, Dad, Shirley, Delta, JAL, and Collette. The house was clean from my mama-san that came while I was gone and that was beyond refreshing. Of course Hercules needed attention and then again in the morning, and the afternoon, you get the theme here? Today I talked to some friends, ordered my super sexy pictures and went on a brief walk to search for food, which ended up in failure. Though, while on my walk, I imagined someone special was walking beside me, making me laugh, smiling at me, and holding my hand, then the brick of reality hit me in the face and reminded me this is why people think I am crazy. They may be right, but hey, I am comfortable in my own skin.
