Air Tim

9/9/25

Got up ass early to get to the airport. As the plane was taking off, I had a small jolt of creative inspiration, trying to get all my ideas out on the Notes app and then rereading my lines for Sabs short. Then I passed out, and couldn’t do anything else on the plane. That’s one thing I’m blessed with. The ability to pass out on a plane.

American. MSN→DAL→DEN . I’m getting better with the Dallas airport, but god dam, they only have barbecue available for breakfast. And I wasn’t feeling it today.

Passed out again on the way to Denver. Got picked up by Tony and Chris. Tone got this enormous Tundra, 8’ bed, a few feet off the ground, but that thing didn’t have any leg room in the bag row the cab. I would rather have a 2-door back seat with more leg room.

Idk what it was. The lack of a proper meal, sleep, or oxygen content in the air, but I was grumpy. We killed hours at red rock, then went to the Worlds Largest Liquor Store at DaveCo. I thought they would have a giant inflatable gorilla or something out front to boast of the accomplishment, but it just felt like a BevMo with a few more aisles.

Hung outside a Maverick to kill time, then picked up Will. Went over to swoop Katy from her spa appointment. God dam. Homeopathic “medicine” is such a fucking scam. We got there, an hour later than the expected pickup, and Katy said “sorry, she’s still talking, 5 minutes.” 15 minutes pass and I go into the spa which was run out of a 90s office building. Nothing relaxing about the luminescent lighting and foam ceiling tiles. I get in there, the lobby was empty at 6pm on a Tuesday. But I could hear the healer from down the hall go on about some personal problem to her patient, my sister. I knocked on the door, asking her how long it would be. Using polite verbiage but an offended tone she said 10 minutes, at least. I still have to work on her entire body. To voice my frustration, I asked her if she could hurry it up. Real Karen move by me, but I’m standing on it. I wanted her to hurry it up, but I said it more for her to wrap up her self-importance diatribe because we got 3 hungry people in the parking lot and I wasn’t buying her voodoo magic.

Katy came out in 20, and had spent $30 on some hangover cure solution that only ingredient was spring water.

Cheeba hut. Decent sandwich. Better dessert. I should make Rice Krispie treats with coco puffs and cinnamon toast crunch instead. Drove up the rockies, and Got into the VRBO at 8pm, pissy that I’d be late for my writing group meeting. Was a little late, but I was the first one to this pointless meeting. All that stress for such a low-key thing.