Atlanta so far
Jul. 31st, 2007 02:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jeanvieveAnother nervous beginning, if a now familiar brand of nervousness. I have the night to study up for my students on the next day.
Nice people on the planes all the way out. A lass with a severe fear of flying sat next to me, pupped four pills, and spent two hours with her head pillowed on my shoulder humming softly and tunelessly whenever she refound consciousness. Pretty but nuts. Isn't that the way of it?
With the man in front of me leaned way back and being in the window seat, there was no real room for doing much work on the plane. I managed to get one task crossed off my list, but that was for the taxonomy debacle of May and not addressing the fears at hand.
Now after the first day of meetings, I am reassured that all my prep (if as always insufficient in my eyes) is enough to make me seem falsely confident and useful to lead the discussions down here. We went out to dinner at a lovely (and spendy) restaurant named Checkers down here. Alas, that something I ate disagreed with me.
As I was sitting down after our post-dinner discussion on more definitions, the room started to tilt and swirl. Wow did that wine hit me hard.
Wait. I didn't have wine. Oh, this is bad.. The cell phone rang, talked to Kim briefly to give her the plans for the morning. Laid down, got that 'Why don't you go see how the toilet is doing all alone there' feeling in the back of my throat. Cell rang again, so grabbed it on the way, and spent a lovely phone call catching Kim up on more details while kneeling in front of the porcelain god hoping that I didn't have to hurl WHILE I was actually talking to her. Finally mentioned casually that I might and have a nice evening GOTTA GO.
I didn't, but spent a while in prayer there until the world stopped spinning and wanting to. Crawled back into bed with the cold sweats and prayed to die.
Now it's the middle of the night, still alive, fairly recovered. Welcome to Atlanta.
Nice people on the planes all the way out. A lass with a severe fear of flying sat next to me, pupped four pills, and spent two hours with her head pillowed on my shoulder humming softly and tunelessly whenever she refound consciousness. Pretty but nuts. Isn't that the way of it?
With the man in front of me leaned way back and being in the window seat, there was no real room for doing much work on the plane. I managed to get one task crossed off my list, but that was for the taxonomy debacle of May and not addressing the fears at hand.
Now after the first day of meetings, I am reassured that all my prep (if as always insufficient in my eyes) is enough to make me seem falsely confident and useful to lead the discussions down here. We went out to dinner at a lovely (and spendy) restaurant named Checkers down here. Alas, that something I ate disagreed with me.
As I was sitting down after our post-dinner discussion on more definitions, the room started to tilt and swirl. Wow did that wine hit me hard.
Wait. I didn't have wine. Oh, this is bad.. The cell phone rang, talked to Kim briefly to give her the plans for the morning. Laid down, got that 'Why don't you go see how the toilet is doing all alone there' feeling in the back of my throat. Cell rang again, so grabbed it on the way, and spent a lovely phone call catching Kim up on more details while kneeling in front of the porcelain god hoping that I didn't have to hurl WHILE I was actually talking to her. Finally mentioned casually that I might and have a nice evening GOTTA GO.
I didn't, but spent a while in prayer there until the world stopped spinning and wanting to. Crawled back into bed with the cold sweats and prayed to die.
Now it's the middle of the night, still alive, fairly recovered. Welcome to Atlanta.
