Recent flights!

So the most recent flights have been just TOO interesting to not mention them.

Backstory (very brief): I went out to visit my brothers in Michigan this past weekend.

On the flight to Michigan I left just after midnight and had a nice little chat with both my seatmates before take-off. All the usual stuff, "Oh, where's your destination? Why? How long has it been since you've seen them?" etc etc. The lady on my left was friendly and quickly fell asleep after take-off, only waking up a couple of times along the way. (nice lady, btw) The guy to my right was local to where I live and studying his Masters in Film at a local University. He had a sort of.. eye issue and was pretty fidgety, but I've met a lot of quirky people and chalked it up to ADD/ADHD (i know they're different, but hey, it's "attention deficit" regardless). Sooooo, we take off and it isn't long before the guy acted a biiiit strange. I did a bit of research (afterward) and found out that he was probably taking Fentanyl (a powerful pain-killer likened to heroin). He kept stickin' small things in his cheek. Ohhhkay. SO, active drug abuse while flying!

This morning, on my flight back home I was seated between two beautiful ladies. I'd guess that the woman on my left was about 30, and on closer inspection maybe 32. The woman on my right was probably 28 or so. Harder to tell (and somewhat irrelevant). I had a great conversation with the woman on my left, the usual stuff (see above) and she showed me an adorable picture of her.. daughter? no.. Granddaughter! Whoa! Very cute kid. She did have a son who was probably about 6 years old though, which I thought was a bit more normal.

The woman on my right was not nearly as talkative/friendly. She was dealing with a mass of papers and finally settled down to editing a piece of literature. That piece of literature was a steamy (lusty), blocky (really. blocky, can't think of a more accurate word), short story narrating (1st person) a man falling in love with a woman, being rejected, rejoined, and later betrayed by her to a lesbian lover. Fascinating. I'm not an English major, but I desperately longed to caress away the trite phrases and delve oh so deeply into developing powerful emotive characters.. because the story seriously needed help. There was a whole list of questions and suggestions I held back. I realized on that flight that I want to help people write better, and I need to start by not writing so poorly (myself?).

Fun flights!