After a false start we made our way to a little hole in the wall hair salon and with a few gulps, I sat down and told the lady to cut the entire thing off. She seemed confused for a second and I had to explain it to her. It is a bizarre feeling to hear and feel one's hair being sawed off...but 3 healthy cuts...and it was gone. Hair...good BYE. I'm sending the pony tail to Locks of Love to help make some cancer kid a wig.
She tidied it up and it was a kind of surreal experience to put my glasses back on and see a familiar face looking back. Why hello! Where have YOU been? I felt a series of things.
1. I felt LIGHTER. Even after the pony tail was cut off...there was an awful lot of hair on the floor.
2. I felt TALLER. Probably goes along with the taller part.
3. I felt like ME again. Hellloooo. Darn, you're cute. Welcome back! ;)
The rest of the morning was spent putzing around a bit and then we headed off to the airport.
It had started to storm as we were parking and I was getting a bit nervous since I thought we were cutting things close and my heart sank even more as I saw the queue in front of the American terminal. The line was LOONNNG and after talking to one of the attendants, she said due to the weather EVERYTHING was backed up and was only going to get worse. I told Alex a few times as she graciously waited in line with me that she didn't have to stay and she could just go home.
As it turns out, I am exceedingly grateful she did not.
And while the line was crazy long to wait in, it turned out to be a good thing we waited as long as we did. If I had made it through the queue and through the gates...I would still be at that fraking airport.
As has been on the news all afternoon, while we were waiting in line an airplane flying in from France overshot the landing strip and crashed. As we waited in line we started hearing the rumors that a plane had crashed and caught fire and by the time (finally!) Alex and I made it to front, we could smell the burning. As we talked with the lady up front, trying to figure out how to get me home, the decision came down from on high that they were closing the airport.
Due to the backlog, everything was booked until nearly Friday. I have already been here long enough and certainly overstayed my welcome PLUS I have that whole day job thing I kinda want to get back to...and so, after a quick look at Alex whom I was sure was going to cheerfully murder me for suggesting it (not that she wants me to stay until Friday, she's just really sick of her car and that particular drive)...I asked if there was a way I could fly to Salt Lake from BUFFALO tomorrow.
So yes...tomorrow, after hockey and some futzing in the morning...I am crossing that fraking border for the THIRD time...this time to hopefully go home. I am tired. I'm sure my hosts are tired of me...and I was rather looking forward to sleeping in a bed tonight.
Amanda and I had a rather longish but nice walk this evening.
I would like to say that I look like my typing icon again.
Also, my music selection I have decided is my personal theme song for the next bit. Chew on THAT.