And came back to tell you that so yes, I sheepishly admit planes are safe.
But that nasty feeling at takeoff! Like I slammed back a double vodka in one
gulp. At least I didn't get sick. But can't they give you more than ten
peanuts in those little bags?

My poor friend. They have nothing. A bed and a couch, a TV big enough to have
a congressman, DVD's and the newest Nintendo or Xbox or whatever; anime
chotchkies, dragon figurines, Trekkie convention programs, and a rabbit they
were feeding gummy-bears. But they didn't have a scrap of food but a big bag
of gummy-bears and a couple of fortune cookies; maybe a thing of ramen or two.
At the rehearsal dinner they ordered extra and got doggie bags because the
inlaws were paying. The ceremony was short and perfunctory, and at the
reception all but me and my friend, her new husband and two of his friends,
and the other bridesmaid just bailed. Hung around long enough to eat the free
food, and ran like hell. They want nothing to do with her, nor this marriage.
The groomsmen even ran out, and the only reason my friend's father hung
around is that he was giving one of the remaining men a ride back to the
apartment. Sandy is working her a.s off to put her husband through D&D games.
He's a very nice guy, but nice won't get you jack in the grocery line.I've
never cried at a wedding before, but at this one I came damn close. I feel
like such a schmuck for this, for thinking my best buddy's on a fast spiral
down the toilet of a wasted life. I want to wish her happiness, but wanting
to wring her neck is winning by a nose, and a very long one.

The cats felt my tension when I came back, and were tearing around, acting
out like hyper kids. I wonder if they sense these things?

Blessed be,
Baha