I know what you’re thinking, “Oh Vesta, could you really not figure out how to post from your phone? It isn’t hard, you know.”
Yeah, but it is hard to do when you left your phone in the car at the airport. Which is what I did, because I am a dumbass. So no posting on my trip, and I also made the harsh discovery that somewhere along the line, I became one of those people lost without my phone.
Anyway, before I share about the awesomeness that is Austin, I’d like to address this article. Perhaps because I just had two terrible flights in a row, this whole thing annoyed me. Now, there is no photo of the cleavage woman in this article, so I haven’t the faintest idea how revealing her top was. However, just this week I witnessed a ridiculous amount of young girls and women wearing shorts so short their ass cheeks were hanging out (literally, like, a couple inches of cheek). Please explain how it’s okay to show butt cleavage but not boobs. It seems to me that if oodles of women can let it all hang out of their shorts, a little top of the tatas shouldn’t be that big of a deal. If some flight attendant told me to get off the plane because of what I was wearing, I would be pissed. And speaking of flight attendants, how are you not going to say anything to the lady with the screaming kid on the plane that let her child screech while roaming unaccompanied for the entire flight? Before anyone gets their knickers in a knot – yes, I know you can’t control temper tantrums, but she let the kid run up and down the aisle, crying and screaming. Not cool. Many times I’ve seen a tired and harried mom or dad walk their cranky little one down the aisle, trying to soothe them. That is perfectly fine, and you can’t help but feel bad for both parent and child. But for Pete’s sake, don’t just turn them loose while you flip through a magazine and tune out (I know for a fact I wasn’t the only one that felt that way – there was a little kid right behind us on the flight that sang nursery rhymes the whole trip. The louder the screaming kid got, the louder she sang, completely determined to drown out the wailer. Her little face was scrunched in an expression of sheer rage while she belted out Mary Had a Little Lamb, it was priceless). Or, and this was my favorite, the person with gas so foul, I could only assume he or she had giardia. If you are having issues, then get up and go to the restroom, do not pollute the entire cabin. Frankly, I would much rather be next to the person with cleavage. Boobs don’t scream, and they don’t stink. They pretty much just sit there, not bothering anybody.
I really hate to fly.
Okay, rant over. On to brighter things. The good news about the trip was that my face did not melt off. It was hotter in Pasadena than it was in Austin. The bad news is that I forgot you can’t stand still outside in the evening, because mosquitoes will bite you. And, I also forgot just how much the skeeters love me, and about my body’s violent reaction to insect bites. Yuck.
Other than that, the trip was fantastic, I saw my dad, and ate far too much Tex Mex.