Montreal: Wake up; 3 am. Catch 5:30 flight to the prairies.
Mikey drives me to the airport in his duct-taped station wagon, with the flaming eagle on the hood. The red tape we covered the rust surrounding the back window with a couple of weeks ago has come off. “Damn, we’re bad mechanics.” He checks to make sure the bumper is still tied on, and we’re off, over slick spring streets.
There’s a mix, equal parts of:
-Misty morning calm
-residual Saturday night debauchery.
The airport is otherwise.
Easter weekend. Everyone and their dog is getting confused at the self check out.
Realizing my similitude to the general flying public, I in-correctly remove baggage tag from its waxy backing, and adhere it to my bag as a sticky mess.
<<You are not going to make this flight,>> the man at the check in counter tells me. I have heard this before, and I choose not to believe him.
Hesitation, and a pleading look of desperation urge him to ask his supervisor. And im running to the over sized luggage desk with a bag that probably meets the mark, filled with a type writer, fun fur and a sizeable glow in the dark crystal pinata. I can hear the jelly beans rolling around inside of their paper-mache host.
I dont believe in time. I mentioned on the ride over.
I make the flight, with enough time for a bathroom break.
I spend the flight: dozing off against the window; reading an article in french about a man who saved a little girls life by not pumping his breaks on ice for some inexplicable reason after she ran out in front of the bus he was driving; realizing that the western genre is racist to Asian people as well as native Americans and hoping that the Asian man sitting next to me knows that I know this while I’m watching Hop Along Cassidy; seeing for myself how incredibly terrible in every aspect the whole Twilight phenomena is instead of just taking everyone else’s word for it, while agian, hoping the man sitting next to me knows that I know this; and writing a much longer winded version of this blog post on paper.
Touch down, Saskatchewan. I am greeted by Rachelle and vast expanses of prairie sky.