There is a guy in the row in front of me and two seats over and his headphones are so loud that I can tell he is listening to Shakira.
Sure, I question his taste, but the real mystery is how on earth can he be asleep when I can’t relax because his music is too loud?
Airplanes are so weird.
I cried again. I always cry on airplanes. I have no idea what my deal is. Being really high up makes me weepy. I should never move to Denver. This time I cried at a documentary.
I downloaded this film called “The Other F Word“. It is a documentary about punk rock guys that grew up and became fathers. I liked it. It was fun and funny and I could certainly relate to parts of it, but when the U.S. Bombs guy started talking about his son dying and the cats in the cradle I couldn’t help it. It wasn’t just tearing up a little either. I was full on crying.
I’m sure my seat mate thinks I am a lunatic. All she can see is that I am watching something with a guy with face tattoos and lots of concert footage and I am crying.
I hope she has a blog too. This would be a much funnier story if I were her in her place.
I’m on my way to Austin for Dad 2.0 and I am very excited. I think dad bloggers have needed something like this for a log time. Plus, I’ve never been to Austin and I hear it is very cool.
I think the moral of my story is this: if you are flying away from home watching a movie about how painful it is to not be around for your kids might not be the best choice.
Also, don’t sit by me on an airplane. I can’t be trusted to act like a normal person at 35,000 feet.