Leaving Los Angeles

Here I sit on Eva Airlines listieng to the orchestal music that is softly playing on the monitors. A banner in the background dislays that it is Eva's own orchestra and they are all dressed in what I would call the "Eva Green". Brilliant. We are on the plane at last (2:AM PST); an hour delayed but no one seems to mind. There are plenty of people at work. I've never seen such a crowd at the counter or around the galley. Of course, I was supposed to be on yesterday's flight and would've been arriving in Bangkok just about now. Indeed, it wouldn't be journey if some Kat inspired mini-calamity hadn't occurred right before take-off. Not having inspected my tickets, but casually tossing them on the dresser, I failed to adhere to any good Company Manger's: Read Your Tickets. All of Them. So when I called at noon to get my seat assignment, thinking to myself how smart I was, I was informed that I was nowhere in the system! For some reason, the stress of the past few days melted away and I became postively serene. I even finished my final essay for acupuncture class. I think I was waiting for my mini-mishap and now it was far behind me. So here I am, a day late, but fully prepared for this trip. Eva's orchestra is beginning a marching tune, we must be close to take-off. We are delayed due a flat tire. I can hear the maitenence engineers at work and the whir of the pneumonic socket wrench sporadically bursting away. The airline is quite comfortable in a cozy way. We all get lovely wool blankets in orange to compliment the teal colored seats as well as travel slippers. Hoards of newspapers were passed out as we came down the jetway and everyone is, I imagine, eagerly awaiting either Shrek 2 or lights out.

More to come,
Kat