On the road again

Oh, Willie.  At least you provide us with great lyrics and melodies.  Even though you don't provide us with your share of taxes.

Here we are in Dallas, waiting for our flight to Madrid.  Everyone made it this morning.  Not exactly on time, but they made it.  Two of our group had never flown before, which shouldn't amaze me, but it does.  It just reminds me how fortunate I've been in my life to have had parents that took Matt and I so many different places.  But back to the girls who hadn't flown.

Kelsey* and Josey* had quite a few questions about everything.  Well, Kelsey more than Josey.  I didn't get to sit next to them on the flight from Fort Wayne to Dallas, but here is how it went down afterwards:

Me:  I am going to eat at Popeye's.  Anyone else is welcome to come.
                   So 4 others came, including Josey and Kelsey.  We got awesome chicken and sat down.
Me:  So, how did you two do on the flight.
                   At this point it turned into a conversation about the potential for puking, where they have
                   puked, and what may cause them to puke.

If you know me, then you realize this didn't phase me at all.  Although the people around us appeared to take a mild interest of the negative manner at this topic.

Me: Besides the chance of puking, how was it?
                     The answer:  Not too bad.

There you have it.  A qualified answer to the question:  Is flying fun?

No. Not really.  They probably aren't the two best people to speak on the subject.  Flying is fun.  It's not scary.  It is safe.  It frequently gets you places much, much faster than any other means possible.  So get out there and fly.

I brought Kyle* with me to the Delta Sky Club, because no one else felt like hopping the train to the terminal it was in.  I would pretty much go anywhere for a free drink or two, some snacks, and a nice relaxing atmosphere.  I wish there would be time to hit the lounge in Madrid to clean up tomorrow morning.  Maybe there will be.

*No names have been changed in this blog.  These events are real, as are the people they happened to.  Plus, I wasn't about to make up names and then try to remember what I called people for two weeks.

Now, excuse me while I enjoy delicious bottle of Shiner Bach.  I mean Bock.