Oregon Trail, part 1

Far-off cousin David decided to get a wife, so my family went to the west coast to attend the wedding. I dislike travelling because it puts me out of my element, but sometimes you do things just to get them over with. I can tolerate this.

Time to build character: Thursday morning, we get up at 4 am in Boston after spending the night at my brother Matt's. We take a 6 am flight from Logan airport to Pittsburgh, then connect to San Francisco, then end up in Medford, Oregon. The flights themselves weren't as much of a hassle as they could've been. On one flight, I was in the middle seat, and the window seat guy decided to move his knee into my zone. Okay, let's play that game, jerk. While keeping my leg firmly in my own territory, I relaxed my knee so that it rested onto his. Touchy touchy, you likey? After about 10 minutes, he shifted his weight and retreated his leg.

It was about 13 hours of travelling and layovers, and Matt complained frequently about how tired he was. He shouldn't have been reading so much on the plane. It's important to try to pass out while flying and lose sense of time. The noise-cancelling headphones worked wonders and let me listen to music and watch a movie on my laptop. I haven't completely decided what to write about "Me and You and Everyone We Know" yet. Or if I should.