Trains, subways and taxis, oh my!

I just have to toot my own horn here for a second and acknowledge how awesomely this blog is titled.

Basically we're [the family] like public transportation retarded. To put it lightly… We're sitting in the hotel lobby right now cause we're completely incompetent when it comes to these things. We live in Texas, where we fly or drive ourselves places. Seldom do you see taxis unless you're deep in the downtown metropolitan area. And the cities are so big, that you won't see a cab outside of the heart throb of the action. Town cars are rarely seen too. We drive ourselves places. This PT is a new concept to us. I'm so ashamed. Why didn't I research these things? Everyone knows I'm nerdy enough.

Basically it bundled down to this: hotel lobby to taxi to train to subway to the center of The City. THE BIG APPLE. Does anyone even know why it's called that? If you do, please explain this to me. I'm painfully curious and I rather keep writing then switching applications on my trusty BlackBerry to Google this mystery.

To make matters worse, I'm kinda claustrophobic. People surrounding me, especially in tight places and I go into full-on zombie mode. So now I'm forced into another taxi to get into a speeding tin can then to another underground speeding tin can then I'm going to wander around a city full of [what I've been told are] rude people, concrete and steel. Tie me up and stuff me in a trunk why don't you!

It's sorta like a hardcore adrenaline rush right now.. I'm sitting on the far edge of a seat without a seat buckle around me and we are driving down a sketchy road. I should be terrified but I'm kinda not. I'm starting to think maybe I can handle this PT stuff! We'll see. Long way to go, and we've got to get back to the hotel later on too.

I know this was a mess of random thoughts as I'm shuffled from location to location but that's how my mind works, right? Maybe I'll even get to advertise my blog when a New Yorker sees me diligently typing away like a maniac on my BlackBerry. Far fetched dreams. But stranger things have happened.

xoxo, the little birdy.

P.S. They're playing country music in the cab? This keeps getting better and better.

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Airports

It's funny now that I'm sitting at my gate waiting to board my flight. But you know those people that just are never able to fully grasp that METAL will set off the METAL DETECTORS? Yeah I got stuck behind a few of them. In and out, in and out. Hello people, take all your shit out of your pockets. I'm 19 years old and I'm smart enough to know how to go through airport security properly. I mean, yeah my dad is a hardass and has all but beaten the rules and procedures into me, but really. Grown adults should know better. And they should tell their own offspring what to do so us competent passengers can go on our way to get a breakfast taco and coffee.

Seriously. Don't get between my breakfast taco and me. Someone will get hurt and I can guarantee it will not be me :)

Hahahaha. Okay so now people are lining up in their respective order to actually board the plan. [Don't worry I'm completely capable of multitasking. Plus my dad forgot to early-bird check in yesterday morning. For those that know anything about him, the whole thing is completely absurd!] I cannot stand when people do not get in line. You can change order with your family, that's different. BUT DO NOT CUT ME IN LINE. I will fight people for an aisle seat. I have to be able to see what's happening. You do not want this girl panicking because she's trapped against the window and can't talk to unsuspecting strangers.

On a completely unrelated note. Am I the only one that has noticed the amounts of gorgeous business men on the red eye flights heading off to another major city for a meeting? Cause I definitely couldn't NOT notice. ;) break me off a piece of that ehhh. Hahah. Anyways.

Once again I'd like to thank my readers. Keep reading! It only makes me want to write more.

xoxo, the little birdy.

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