xtcian

the alprazolam/isis hour

3/5/09

Thoughts from today's jaunt from Los Angeles to New York:

1. The people surrounding me on the plane were as follows: a family of five Hassidic Jews in all their regalia; 6'5" gorgeous African American actor (can't place him); hipster girl with bright blue eyes and low-top Chucks with no laces; two aging fratboys wearing shirts from beer events long since past; interracial couple with daughter; elderly lady with permanent smile; Perry Farrell from Jane's Addiction.

2. Traveling by air right now is a very different experience than it was even eight months ago. Planes do eventually fill up with last-minute deal shoppers, but not completely. Security lines (as I said in November) are virtually non-existent, and the weirdest thing? Everyone, from airport personnel to fellow passengers, is NOTICABLY NICER. It reminds me of the stories of air travel in the 1950s, when you'd wear a suit and it was considered a fun experience. Sure, it probably won't last, but it's a nice interregnum.

3. Took 1/2 mg of Xanax upon takeoff, was awoken by announcements for landing in New York. Closest analogous experience = an actual time machine.

4. New York City walloped by major snowstorm yesterday; it will be almost 70 degrees this weekend. When in Cali, I miss the violent mood swings of March.

5. Sunday will mark my 24th home Dook game in a row, every one since 1986. My lucky shirt, worn only to this game for the last 20 years, has seen its efficacy bobble from time to time. In 2005, after a string of home losses, we resurrected its mojo with sage smoke, and we all know what happened later that day (comeback, Marvin's put-back, bedlam). Unbelievably, we've lost two of the last three at home, and that's a crock of shit, so I pulled out the big guns: my lucky shirt has been fully restored. Lucy blessed it with her wand, which is actually her toddler-sized golf driver with a Rameses headcover. We shall see!

she pretty much dresses herself these days