Sucks to be me right now!

I’m sitting in the Ottawa airport waiting to find out if and when I can get back on a plane that will take me to the Hamilton airport where we tried to land a couple of hours ago. Apparently there’s too much snow blowing around there which is why we couldn’t land.

On our way down to land I couldn’t see a thing, it was completely white. I like night flights better, which is what I had last Friday on my way down to Venice Beach in Florida. When it’s totally black out you can stare out the window at the millions of little lights that are shinning brightly below you. You don’t have a clue where you are or what city you are flying over but if you're listening to the right music and you peer out form under the brim of our ball cap that you have pulled over your eyes, you can pretend like you have a cool life that requires you to jet set off to some party on a Friday night. My music of choice was The Shins, Young Pilgrims was the song I played most frequently this past week. The flight was filled with old people which was a constant reminder to me that I wasn’t flying off to some party in Miami, I was heading to Florida to sponge off my parents for the week.

My dad was offered an early retirement package and he took it so they packed up and moved to Florida for the winter to escape all of this snow that has me stuck in this airport right now.

I’m still listening to The Shins, I did all week long. I guess I’m compulsive like that. I can usually listen to the same song or CD over and over until I’m totally sick of it. I was listening to Turn A Square for the 600th time the other night when I got the shit scared out of me.

I went for a run on the beach and took in the sunset, when I saw something under the lifeguard tower and into the tall grass just off the beach. It was pretty dark by then and I wanted to see what it was so I climbed the stairs to the platform and started stomping my feet to the beat of the music so that I would scare the little critter out from the grass. It turned out to be a cat, and as I turned around to leave, this crazy looking homeless dude was standing right behind me. He was just staring at me.

I almost shit myself. I pulled my headset off and said, “there’s a cat down there”. The dude just kept staring at me, he didn't say a word. He must have been sleeping on the other side of the tower or something. It probably freaked him out that I was up there stomping my feet like I was. I said sorry and something else about the cat again as I got the hell out of there, as fast as I could. I forget what song was playing, maybe Kissing the Lipless, which is another song I listened to a lot, this past week.

This is turning into a little bit of a music review, and really should go find out if there’s any updates on my flight home. I probably missed an announcement because the volume is cranked up a little too loud here. If you live in Ottawa and you're reading this as the snow continues to fall here, come pick me up, I might need a place to sleep tonight. It's good to have fans from lots of different places.

It’s nice to be blogging again!