Scottish Adventures 21 - The Flight Home

The trip has been uneventful for the most part, but I did have some serendipity. I got to Glasgow Queens Street station and was trying to find directions to the airport. I was pretty sure it was the 905 bus, but I wanted to make sure. I asked at the ticket counter (where they confirmed that I was right) and the woman next to me (Rita from Saskatoon!) suggested that we should share a cab. Turns out she was on the same flight as me.

So we shared a cab, as well as some stories of our trips. £10 for the cab was a little more expensive then the £4 for the bus, but it was also a lot less aggravating.

I found the whisky I wanted before the gate. Didn't buy it there though because there was a duty free shop in the restricted zone. Of course, the duty free shop didn't have it (they carried it, but it was out of stock).

One of the in-flight movies was Astronaut Farmer, which I've seen before. I'm a little surprised to see it on the flight though, as there is a crash sequence in it and I thought airlines didn't like movies with those. They ended up cutting about 90% of the sequence out, leaving just enough to string what happens before to what happens afterward.

Virginia Madsen is one sexy woman. I will take that away from this otherwise fluffy movie.

I will occasionally look out my window and see something strange. On the bleak Greenland landscape of white ice and grey rock I will see a splash of electric blue. This isn't the natural blue of glacial ice, I suspect it's the blue stuff they put into chemical toilets. If that's the case, then there's some airplanes out there with leaky toilets.

Missed one of my mission101 goals - didn't actually have a deep fried Mars bar while I was out there. In the grand scheme of things, I should probably mark that in the "win" column.

The Joys of Sleep Deprivation

I'm back in Cowtown now. I decided to go the the SCA tavern, partially to show off my new kilt but also to regale everyone with tales of my trip. Tavern, of course, is next week.

On the bright side, I wasn't the only person dressed funny at the tavern location. Fighter practice was also on. Ellias had brought his prototype war arrows, so we spent some time shooting them (the arrows), then shooting them (the heavies)! Fun. At least the evening wasn't wasted.

Didn't make it to my Thursday WW meeting, so I'll just go next week. This week I'm back on the wagon and also running my stomach off (don't need to run my ass off).

Driving was fun. No problems with the whole right/left thing, but I was punchier then I thought. I cut some guy off pulling away from the curb at practice. I swear I shoulder checked, but obviously not well enough. Thankfully all that happened was a swerve and a honk.