Here’s the thing about flying: until I flew out to Kansas City to meet John in 2004, I’d never flown before in my life. So the whole concept of getting on a plane can, sometimes, be a little nerve-wracking for me. I haven’t had time yet to get jaded about the experience, and I think it’s one of the reasons why, even when it’s still Hell’s:Frozen Over a.m. and I’m falling asleep standing up at the ticket counter because I only had maybe an hour of sleep the night before, I’m almost incapable of sleeping on a plane.
So I figured I’d put the time to good use, somehow.
This is, actually, the first time that John and I have ever flown together. We both spend a lot of time at airports, taking turns at being the one lugging the baggage around (and this is the perfect sentence for my “g” key to suddenly decide that it doesn’t want to type). But we usually part ways at the security gate.
Flying with John is an interesting experience. Especially when you have to wake up at 3 a.m. to make your flight. He marvels at my ability to take a shower while half asleep with my eyes closed. I marvel at his ability to be fully awake and functional enough to drag me through the airport, get the boarding passes, sleepwalk through security, and then onto the plane where he promptly, with little to no transition time, goes from wide awake to dead to the world.
Dead to the world, by the way, includes snoring softly, and his mouth dropping wide open, making him look remarkably like the Incredible Mr. Limpet. Every once in awhile I reach over and tap him on the chin, which causes him to reflexively close his mouth. Of course, by the time I’ve glanced away and back again it’s dropped back open to porn star wide.
Considering his abilities as a public speaker and all around know-it-all, I’m surprised he doesn’t talk in his sleep.
I’m probably ruining his reputation right now, though.
It’s funny to me, knowing that there are a lot of people out there who think my fiance is world’s largest asshole. And he can be, don’t get me wrong. But luckily I get to see the funny, goofy, loveable, generous side of him. The side that is, thankfully, turned away from me at the moment and drooling into the aisle.
I’m looking forward to Macworld. I’m looking forward to getting to meet his friends, and seeing this thing that is such a huge part of who he is. I’m also looking forward to hearing lots of funny, blackmail worthy stories of his past Macworld antics.
Cause a guy who can be such a colossal asshole on occasion, needs to marry a woman who can be a giant dick.