I flew to Houston this morning. Here are the highlights:
* I didn’t leave four hours for flat-tire time, yet I still was among the first on the plane. Don’t tell Pa Norell.
* My Southwest plane was brown on the inside. I felt like I was living at my parents’ house circa 1980.
* The flight wasn’t even long enough to read HALF a chapter of one of my political science books for class. Yeesh.
* I must have had “super gal” in neon above my head visible only to the Avis people (rental cars), because they treated me like a queen. After the shuttle driver dropped everyone off at the entrance to the car lot, she drove me alone to my car and dropped me less than five feet from the trunk, AND put my bag in the trunk for me.
* She did that even though a Dallas Cowboys player was sitting on the shuttle next to me and probably demanded and/or ?deserved? more preferential treatment. {shrug} Go figure.
* I had time to spare, so I did a quick jaunt out to Westheimer to scout out my hotel location (which, by the way, is ideal). I meant to pick up lunch on the way back, but it was hard to work up motivation to eat lunch at 10:30 a.m. I also kept taking random turns on my way to the TWU Houston campus. My always-reliable good sense of direction got me here without getting lost, and I saw some interesting neighborhoods of Houston. It was cool!
* The computer lab was unlocked and empty, even though it’s not technically reserved for me for another hour.
* I’m exhausted, having another one of my hot-flash moments, and generally kinda grumpy, but I’m very much looking forward to an afternoon of teaching the new Front Page (’03) and then relaxing tonight with some homework or maybe a movie. Yay!
Oh yes, and while I was out driving around, I saw this huge gorgeous mansion of a house for sale in a neighborhood called (hehe) Bellaire — and on the real estate sign in the yard, it said, “NEVER FLOODED.” That’s how you know you’re in Houston. 🙂