I suppose this is my first "official" blog post now that we have actually departed the Bay Area and are headed off to the South. We are currently in Houston, Texas...home of conservative stereotypes and the holiday armadillo (bonus points if you got the reference. 0 points if you googled it that doesn't count).
I'm not a fan of Texas, and I don't really know why. I've been here maybe twice, but it has such an image I guess I just kind of assume it is the anti-Pitzer of states. So I wasn't in a particularly bubbly mood when we arrived, behind schedule, after a 4+ hour plane ride, ten minutes before our plane was scheduled to take off, tired, cranky, and very hungry. Well that's a run-on sentence if I've ever seen one...
Let's break down that disgrace to my grammatical career. I already described why I'm not ecstatic about Texas or its airports. (On a side note, we are waiting in George Bush Airport in Houston, Texas. I feel like I just stepped into a Republican fairytale.)
We were behind schedule + arrived here ten minutes before our plane was scheduled to take off. Honestly though, I currently have no sense of time whatsoever. It's a nice feeling, in a way, a little off-putting, but nice. I have no work, no commitments, no classes, nothing. It's the same feeling I had at Camp Pitzer (I think I'm going to write a nice blog post/article about Camp Pitzer; the experience really changed my college experience and probably my life.) Basically, that means that I'm not constantly checking my phone for the time and I feel free. Well, maybe not free, but unbound? Does that make sense? Not tied down to the construct of time. Wow, I sound metaphysical and philosophical and mixed up. Anyways, all I was aware of in terms of time was 1) Dad was pushing us to pack up and telling us that we might miss our connection and 2) I was hungry. My only sense of time is that I know the time intervals that I need to eat at and I had most definitely missed one.
Once we arrive at the gate, we learn that our 9:10 pm flight has been delayed to 9:30 pm. That's okay. Might have been nice to hear that from the flight attendant we asked about this flight before we raced across half the airport to the gate. But you know, no biggie.
It has since been delayed to 10 pm indefinitely, which is why I am writing this post now. We have received limited information about the delay. The updates have been that it is in fact delayed until 10 pm, it is because of "maintenance issues" and they "apologize for the lack of information so far" (which they then follow with hanging up the loud speaker, leaving us passengers to look around worriedly.) Basically, they said "There is a problem with the plane. It is delayed for half an hour or longer. We're not telling you anything else as we are being incredibly vague. Okay bye."
So now we wait.
(The lighting here is really weird. It's like pink or something. I think that it's supposed to be in the holiday spirit. Either way, it's super annoying and is currently giving me a sense of creepy dream-like horror)
Okay, I'm going to write something beautiful that is not mostly a rant about Texas. Seriously though Texas, come on. I see you and I respect you as a state (in general. We won't go into detail here) but please-- keep the restaurants open later, get your flights out on time, and stop with the eerie red lighting. I feel like the stuffed bear behind the closed store window is about to come out and kill me.
Well, hopefully my next post will be lighter. (Haha, that's a pun. Because light...okay I need to get out of here...) Will write more later, bye for now!
Rebecca/Rivi
P.S. We were just updated that it will be an 11 pm departure; I doubt that will be the last update. So I have more time to enjoy the creepy lighting...yay....


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