Story: The Traveler

Title: The Traveler
Rating: G
Archive: Eventually at Writingwkbk
Notes: I wrote this in response to a challenge issued on October 3rd by me to a fellow writer. It was supposed to be finished a month ago, but life got in the way. Finally, last night, I had an inspiration in the form of a crazy dream, and here we are.
Oh, and: Hockey, Dr. Who, The Dresden Files, Greek Mythology, and the Periodic Table. I hope this makes for an interesting combination.
Previous Challenge Stories: Sunday Speakeasy by CurlyViking and The Visitor by Lireda


The Traveler had everything she needed, but she sat at the kitchen table, riffling through the pockets of her old worn duster just to make sure. Chalk, check. Both Derringers, check. A packet of rations, just in case, check. Small bottle of water, also just in case, check. Ball peen hammer, check. Cell phone, check. Finally, once everything was in order, she carefully picked up the little leather pouch and tucked it away in her right front pocket, where it would be easy to both grab and easy to stow away again.

Gathering up the duster, she carried it with her through the little house on Cuthbert Lane, and placed it by the door with the rest of her “equipment,” before turning to head down the little hall that lead to the tiny master bedroom where her husband still slept. In the hazy light of the late-autumn morning, she pulled on her favorite pair of leather traveling pants, and a t-shirt, easily sliding into warm wool socks and her thick leather army boots.

She allowed herself the same moment she always did before traveling: a long, lingering stare at the expanse of her husband’s broad, lean-muscled back as he lay, face first, in their bed, one arm stretched over her vacant spot. Stealthily, she moved through the room, and perched, as delicately as she could, on the edge of the bed, before leaning over, precariously balanced, to place a kiss on an old scar on her husband’s bare shoulder.

“Don’t go,” came her husband’s scruffy, sleep-addled voice. The request didn’t sound like a whimpered plea, but was simply filled with his ever persistent need to see her safely out of harm’s way.

“I have to, Joe,” she said wearily, hating that this old argument was interrupting her sacred ritual.

“I know,” Joe said, as he gently turned to face her, rolling onto his side. The sheet that he had only half-heartedly draped across himself slipped a little, revealing more of his washboard stomach, and the auburn trail that lead to places south. “But I don’t have to like it.”

The Traveler allowed herself a smile, and a moment to lie back down in bed and press her back against his chest. As always, Joe’s arms easily wrapped around her and held her firmly. “It’s an easy one this time,” she assured him.

“No drooling aliens? No flesh eating zombies? No machine gun toting robots?” he asked, placing a whisper of a kiss on the top of her head.

“No aliens. No zombies. But maybe a machine gun toting robot or two,” she half-joked. The dream of poor Joni Potakken had come to her late that morning, in all the vivid detail as all the other dreams. Though Joni had been missing for over a year, the dream had only just come to the Traveler. She knew putting off the mission would mean death for Joni.

Joe made a kind of noise that meant he didn’t appreciate the humor, but gently buried his face against her throat. “You tease me, ma biche,” he mumbled, as he squeezed his arms around her a little tighter.

Josef,” she said quietly, but kept her tone firm. If she wasn’t careful, all his French-Canadian accented words would convince her that she could just stay in bed with him where it was relatively safe. “I have to do this.”

Joe sighed but complied as he released his grip and rolled onto his back. “I know,” he repeated. He kept his eyes on the Traveler as she sat up again, and turned to face him. “Soyez sûr.

The Traveler gave him her best smile and leaned down to kiss him good-bye. “I will. I promise. If you could please make up the guest room before you leave for practice that would be helpful.” She added as she got up and walked back down the hall to the front door. There, she carefully pulled on the duster, buttoning it up to her neck, and her ratty blue fedora. She picked up one of Joe’s old hockey sticks, and her rainbow umbrella. Pausing, she glanced at herself in the mirror and let out a tiny laugh. She would never get used to how silly she looked in these clothes, but they were all necessary.

“Jesus, Athena,” she muttered to herself, sure the goddess could hear her. “You couldn’t bless a trench coat and a pair of Jimmy Choos?” As always, there was no response, and the Traveler had no choice but slip on the little gadget behind her ear, muttering a small thanks to Hephaestus for making it. Pushing the little switch on the gadget, the Traveler watched as the perception filter flickered on and turned the coat, and fedora invisible. Now she simply looked like a girl in leather pants and a t-shirt.

Her neighbors would still look at her funny, but at least she felt slightly less ridiculous.

With Joe’s salary playing in the AHL, they could easily afford something better than the tiny two bedroom cottage in the rundown neighborhood surrounding Cuthbert Lane. There was a garage with an apartment upstairs on the left side, and a house with several cars up on blocks on the right. The house on the other side of the garage/apartment was the worst of all. Not only had the grass not been mowed for at least the past three years, but the abandon-looking abode was home to several foster children who were living there only so the “parents” could collect money from the government. Every night before she went to bed, the Traveler prayed to her patron goddess for a dream to go and rescue those children, but it never came.

The run-down house however was the reason she lived here on Cuthbert Lane, instead of some nice condo closer to the city. And sadly, the owner’s lazy house and yard maintenance habits helped her cause. As she walked around behind her own house, and through the thick weeds behind the garage, she could see the crates and pallets she’d put behind the run-down house to hide the little tear there. The “parents” were having a garage sale, selling off spit-up stained baby clothes their “children” no longer needed, and the crowd in front of the house would distract anyone from venturing behind it.

Pushing the crates aside, the Traveler narrowed her gaze so she could see the tiny little flicker of light in mid-air. From her pocket, she retrieved the leather pouch and untied the thong holding it closed. Reaching inside, she pulled out a handful of the fine, powdery palladium, and tossed it at the little sliver of light. Silently, the little sliver turned into a burst of light barely contained by the shelter of the crates. As the Traveler began to mumble the ancient Greek incantation, flashes of different scenes inside the burst quickly darted across the screen of light until the one she had seen in her dream of Joni Potakken came into view.

Turning off the perception filter, the Traveler held out her arms and looked at the scene before her. Thousands of people sat in stands clustered around an enclosed arena surrounding a shark-infested lake. They all wore brightly colored jerseys and caps representing a hockey team the Traveler had never seen. The boards surrounding the lake of water were made of metal, dented and rusty, and the seats the people sat on were stone grey. Even the faces of the people seemed downtrodden and lowly; the bright colors they wore seemed garish against an otherwise gloomy scene.

The Traveler focused and concentrated, as the fabric of her magic duster and fedora shifted and swirled around her until she was wearing the same jersey and cap as the spectators. Like always, a tiny jab of panic struck the Traveler, and she felt around the jersey until she could be certain her supplies were still within reach. The duster was still there, it only looked different.

The hockey stick and umbrella however didn’t shift, and she took it on faith that they wouldn’t look out of place. Stepping into the light, the Traveler turned and threw another handful of palladium at the opening, forcing it to close behind her, until just a flicker of light could be seen once more. Glancing around, she noticed she was standing inside a doorway leading out onto the concourse, where vendors would normally be selling stale popcorn and warm beer. Instead, there were only guards dressed all in black, holding small automatic weapons that didn’t really look menacing, but the Traveler didn’t make the mistake of assuming they couldn’t kill her. The guards didn’t seem to notice her, however, so she shifted to the side, standing behind a row of seats filled with gloomy spectators.

An all too perky announcer came on the loud speakers then to announce the beginning of the third period. None of the spectators cheered, but the silence was cut-off by a loud electric buzz as lights flashed a laser grid above the water. Images of hockey ice appeared, and solidified before the Traveler’s eyes and she watched in horrified awe as a transport carrying chained human hockey players drove out onto the newly formed ice.

As the prisoners were being unloaded, the announcer’s voice came back on the loud speaker. “All right, ladies and gents! Here’s a reminder of your Prison Hockey Rules! All prisoners who fail to score a goal, prevent a goal, or otherwise fail at their duty to their teammates will be sacrificed. Any injured players, too, will be sacrificed. Any spectator cheering for the Prison team will be sacrificed.” There was a pause again as the now-empty transport drove off of the ice, and the Prisoners shuffled over to their bench. The Traveler noticed there was no coach, no trainer, and no water provided for the Prisoners.

A moment later, the announcer came back onto the loud speaker once more. “All right, ladies and gents! Let’s give it up for the Pellanger Popo!” Another team, dressed in flawless blue and white jerseys, matching the ones the spectators wore, skated of their own freewill onto the ice. The crowd half-heartedly cheered, as the new skaters flew around the boards, throwing pucks and t-shirts up into the stands. No one picked up any of the objects that were tossed. As the Popo made their way to their bench, the Traveler saw how much better they were treated. Several coaches stood behind the bench, with at least a handful of trainers, and water bottles, fresh, clean towels, and even padded seats awaited.

“If this is the future of hockey,” the Traveler muttered, under her breath, “May Hades take me before I see it.” Ignoring the oddness of the spectator’s lackluster reception, the Traveler scanned the Prisoners to see if she could catch a glimpse of Joni Potakken. It didn’t take her long, spotting him slowly skating, half-limping toward the face-off circle. He was already injured, and she knew it was only a matter of time before he was “sacrificed.”

As the game started, the Traveler drew in a steadying breath, and shuffled along the back wall to her destination. In this degraded world, some things still resembled her own. A small glass box clung to the wall near one of the other entrances, and inside was the little red handle that would signal fire. Glancing around to make sure none of the guards were looking, the Traveler opened her rainbow umbrella, and hoisted her hockey stick. With as much force as she could manage, she brought the stick down against the glass box and shattered it. Reaching inside, she quickly pulled down the little red lever, and the fire alarm bells followed immediately.

Panic quickly ensued. Spectators flung themselves up into the isles, attempting to over-take the guards who tried to keep them all at bay. A sprinkler system came down out of the ceiling and immediately began flooding the place with rain-like water. The Popo fled down their tunnel, and the Prisoners scrambled to get back to their bench as the electrical system that made the artificial ice began to fail.

The Traveler flicked her will out at Joni Potakken. She wouldn’t be able to send him a direct thought, but if she could just get his attention, maybe he would understand. It had worked a few times before, with more perceptive rescues. She focused on his sad, terrified eyes, and desperately pushed that little bit of magic out toward him, like a hand reaching out. Finally he looked up at her, and she mouthed the words, “Come to me,” as slowly as she could.

Luckily, Joni Potakken was perceptive. He pushed off with his good leg and skated over the sluggish, quickly disappearing ice toward the boards. He managed to climb over the rough metal, and up a few stone steps before the crowd got in his way. The guards were managing to hold the crowd in, and it wouldn’t do. The Traveler shuffled her way toward the entrance were she’d come, and without looking flung her hockey stick into the crowd. One of the spectators grabbed it quickly, and brought it down hard onto one of the guards’ head. The guard merely staggered backward, but it was enough. With the line broken, the spectators began shoving their way past the guards and out of the building, clearing a path for Joni Potakken.

“Who are you?” Joni demanded in a thick Finnish accent as he made his way up to the Traveler.

“There’s no time for that now, Joni,” she insisted. “Let’s get you home,” she added as she dug out the little leather pouch containing the palladium.

“Home,” Joni said wistfully, glancing back to his teammates and the wretched place he’d been missing to for the last year. “Really?”

“Well, back to the States, at least,” the Traveler responded as she threw a handful of the fine, silvery dust at the flicker of light once more. “We’ll figure Helsinki out later, ok?”

Joni stared in awe as the light grew, revealing the dimness of the crate-made hiding spot in the over-grown backyard on Cuthbert Lane. He had no idea what was going on, but before he could ask, the Traveler was shoving him through the opening. As he fell through, the chaos of the place he’d been faded away behind him. The Traveler followed, and before he could make sense of where he was now, she was throwing more dust at the opening, and it closed as quickly as it had opened.

“Hah!” the Traveler said. “No stragglers this time.”

Joni pushed himself out of the dirt, and dusted off his torn, bloody hockey jersey. “Who are you?” he asked again, dazed and confused.

“My name’s Addi Michaud. I’m the Traveler,” she said, guiding him out of the crate-alley into the weed infested yard. “Long story short, you fell into a rip in space and time and ended up in that horrible place and Athena, goddess of Wisdom and Strength employs me to travel through those rips and save people like you.”

“I… you… Athena?” Joni mumbled, furrowing his thick brow.

“Yeah, you don’t have to understand it right now. You’ll be staying with my husband and I for a few days until the details of how we’re going to get you back home and cover all this up come through. My husband, Joe, is a hockey player, so you’ll feel right at home with us.”

“Joe?” Joni asked, frowning. “Josef Michaud?”

“That’s the guy. Good memory! I don’t know if I’d be remembering my own name after a year in that place.” Reaching up Addi clicked on the perception filter again, and waited until she was once again wearing the t-shirt and leather pants combo. “Oh, here,” she said, digging in her pocket for her cell phone, and holding it out to Joni. “Call your mom. Her number is in there. She’s very worried. Tell her that you’ll explain everything to her later, but that you’re safe and with friends.”

Joni still looked confused, but flipped open the phone and dialed his mother’s phone number. The Traveler waited until Joni began speaking in quiet Finnish before she guided him through the backyard to her house, unlocking the door. It was late now, almost evening, and Joe was in the kitchen cooking up a huge mess of his famous baked ziti. The Traveler watched as Joni stepped past the threshold, closing the phone and breathed in the scent of the delicious food.

“Home,” he said quietly as he handed the phone back to the Traveler. “Thank you,” he added, as tears welled up in his deep brown eyes.

Addi reached up and patted Joni on the back, giving him her best smile. “C’mon. You’ll be wanting a shower, and I’m sure some of Joe’s clothes will fit you. You’re safe now.” She always felt awkward accepting a thanks from one of the rescues. Athena had charged her with this mission, and given her the tools to do so. All of this was Athena’s work, not hers.

And it just wasn’t in her nature to take credit.


I like books

For years now, I’ve been seeing folks subscribe to reading 50 books in a year. This always kind if bummed me out, because I am not a fast reader and never have been (which would be one of the biggest reasons I never stuck with college). But I do enjoy reading – always have – and I do feel like reading books is a healthy escapism, and helps me improve my mind.

That said, I’ve decided to try reading 25 books in a year. I thought I’d post my progress here. So here is my current queue (all the unread/half started books stacked next to my bed and all of the ones on my kindle I haven’t begun yet). Please help by cheering me on, and maybe joining in!

1. Relic by Preston & Child
– Started 11/23/2011

– Dead Beat by Butcher

– How to Sew a Button by Bried

– The Help by Stockett

– Son of Neptune by Riordan

– Dead(ish) by Kramer

– The Hunger Games by Collins

– Charmed Life by Jones

– Linger by Stiefvater

– Water for Elephants by Gruen

Boston, Day 4

– Ibuprofen first thing in the morning I think is a good sign that you’ve been having fun. LOL
– I’m marveling that three days have passed already. On one hand it feels like I’ve been here longer because I’ve seen so much, but on the other, it feels like I just left home!
– Felt so good to lay in bed and watch tv. *stretch*
– Breakfast at Artie’s Place. Nice little hole in the wall.
– Headed to West Roxbury to see the Laser Quest that Kristen opened.
– Starbucks!
– Wandering around in a LQ during off hours is an experience. Black light animals and a maze. Very cool. And it makes Kristen so happy to show off something she built and opened and that’s fun to see.
– There are some scary people who shop at the Dollar store.
– At the mall just for Haagen-Daaz. We wandered a bit and shopped for make up. I’m proud of myself for not purchasing any.
– Owl hat!! Kristen named him Burt.
– So much chatting in the car.
– Stopped at the library to check in for my flight for tomorrow.
– Picking up Theresa to head into Boston for the game.
– On our way back to the Garden, but first meeting Kristen’s dad.
– I’ve seen the skyline now three times and it still impresses me.
– Three girls singing aloud to The Rasmus. Good times.
– Holy crowded restaurant!
– I’ve never eaten at a restaurant with more than one floor before. I ordered one of the specialties.
– The restaurant was called The Fours and I had a sammich called the Tony C: a veal parmesan sandwich. The flavor was good but it was hard to eat.
– Shopping at the pro shop. I bought a Bergeron t-shirt because he loves me. 🙂
– Game time!
– Scoreless first period. Boo.
– Columbus scored first but the Bruins tied it minutes later.
– Thorton and Boll in a fight!! Rawr!
– Theresa: “I feel like Patrice Bergeron is like that kid who always falls for the ‘let’s all jump in the pool’ joke.” LOL
– You could not pay me enough to be an usher at a hockey game and have to escort drunk people back to their seats all night.
– I just realized that Tuesday’s game was the first time I’ve ever seen a team I like play on home ice.
– Overtime. Free hockey!
– Shootout!
– BRUINS WIN!!! As Kristen would say, “Tuukka Rask was a beast!”
– I’m totally down for having ice cream twice in one day. Mm, maple pecan.
– Wow, a guy rear-ended us in the parking garage and I may have squeaked! We are ok and no real damage. Whew!
– Back in my hotel room, all packed and ready for bed.
– I’ll spare everyone the details of my trip home tomorrow and just share my final thoughts:

I can’t tell you how badly I needed this. I met friends I have been talking to for years and never knew in person. I learned so much about a place I always wanted to visit. I saw the ocean, an unfathomable depth of water stretching out in front of me. I climbed stairs and rocks, walked alleys and streets unknown. I saw how other people lived. I did cheesy things, and awesome things, and fun things and ate food that was so delicious. I remembered a little piece of myself that I thought gone and I did things that scare me.

I couldn’t have done it without Kristen’s wonderful company. And being around Theresa reminded me to smile a lot more. I feel like I’m leaving two wonderful friends behind and I have no idea how to thank them. ❤

Tomorrow I return back home, to my own bed and my Celt and my fuzzy BFF. I'm going to plan a trip in to Chicago soon.

It's been a great vacation.


Boston, Day 3

– Nothing like being woken by a car alarm at 7 a.m. When you went to bed at 1:30!
– Weather Channel is saying rain all day. Ugh!!
– Aquarium and Duck Tour of Boston today. Gotta say, I’m a little nervous about being on a boat, but I’ve got my big girl britches on, so I’m prepared for anything!
– Just passed Harvard. Does that make me smarter?
– Outside a restaurant called Five Napkin Burger, “making beef and bloody buddies since 2008”
– Our Duck Tour boat is named Theresa, and our conductor has a kilt! His name is “Mac N’Quack.”
– Quack! Quack!
– Mac is the first person I’ve met so far with a “Boston accent.”
– So many “oldest in America” buildings here.
– Frog Appreciation Day? No way!
– Police behind us. How does an all-terrain vehicle pull over?
– Cambridge!
– Piece of the Berlin wall. Wow.
– I’m in the Charles River!
– I’m a little terrified right now. Hooray for conquering fears!
– There is now a little girl driving our boat. I feel safe. :-/
– On the bridge, there is a marble Viking prow because they thought the Vikings explored here, but they didn’t.
– Mac knows so much stuff! Wow. There’s no way I can type out all his tidbits.
– Apparently these ducks were originally built by women during the war.
– USS Constitution.
– Apparently in the early 1900’s a tank of molasses split and sent a 20 foot wave down the street!
– So the Boston Massacre wasn’t really a massacre? Huh.
– William Wordsworth, inventor of the crossword puzzle is buried in Boston. Bad puns ensued.
– Mother Goose was real!
– Birthplace of Edgar Allen Poe.
– Tour over; hopping on the T.
– Lunch at Sam Legrassa’s. So amazing. Had my first pastrami po’boy ever. So yummy!
– Aquarium!
– Touching rays never gets old. Never.
– Filming the jellyfish. So pretty!
– Rock Hopper Penguins! ❤
– Sea lion up close. I want to scritch him.
– It's raining and it couldn't be more beautiful.
– Deep ocean tank is amazing. I want to get in and swim around but I'd get eaten.
– Mertle the sea Turtle is huge and beautiful. 🙂
– Baracuda are playful!
– Speaker giving off noise from the electricity the eel is giving off. So neat.
– Raining, but Kristen is smart and brought an umbrella!
– Apparently Ryan Reynolds is in town. Should I stalk him? Nah, I'm too tired.
– Subway again. I have conquered so many stairs in the last few days too. No falling. Gold star!
– So many Dunkin Donuts!
– Rush hour traffic doubled our trip, but compared to Chi- town, it was breezy.
– What do three girls do when they're exhausted and it's raining outside? Talk about roleplaying while playing on their phones, of course. We're nerds. ❤
– Delicious Mexican food. Had to have the chimichangas to compare with my fave place back home. Different but still tasty! Now stuffed and exhausted. Sleepy.
– We called it an early night so we could rest and so I could write postcards. Such a fun day, though!


Boston, Day 2

– Why am I awake at 7:30 when I didn’t go to sleep until 12:30? Might go get breakfast at main house and then lie in bed and watch tv.
– Um… It’s already 59 degrees outside! Sweet! I didn’t think this was going to be like a tropical vacation. 😀
-Tried to raid the travel brochures in the lobby, but all the fliers are about Maine and New Hampshire. >.<
– I love the Internet. I found a website with Diners, Drive-ins and Dives locations in Massachusetts. And I found a diner only 6 minutes from the New England Aquarium! The rest I can figure out through Google Maps and Four Square.
– Also, typing upside-down while lying in bed is proving difficult.
– Change in plans, going to the Ocean!
– New Brother's Deli for breakfast; Kristen and Theresa's favorite spot. They cook it right in front of you, and it was neat to watch. I hate to admit it but I had the corned beef hash and it was so good! Don't tell my Celt! 😡
– Salem!
– Omg, I left my wallet at the Deli! We had to go get it. I'm dumb.
– So many witch shops in Salem!
– Just passed the Hawthorne Hotel which was on Ghost Hunters took pic for Maggie.
– Salem is a pretty town, with lots of history. Saw the Witch House and the old town hall, some neat churches and a statue of "some old Puritan dude" according to Kristen. Lol
– No actual witches were burned in the making of this tour.
– So many old cemeteries. My Celt would love this place.
– Meeting Theresa now! She's very upbeat!
– Both Hockey gnomes have been delivered.
– Listening to the two of them talk about directions is hilarious!
– Theresa thinks Pavel Datsuyk looks like he grew up too close to Chernobyl! Scandalous!
– Gloucster!
– I have finally seen the ocean. I have no words. It's… Indescribable.
– We turned down this random street and found this neat little place called Solomon Jacob's Public Landing. Neat statue and house.
– The streets here in Gloucster are so tiny like in Europe. It feels so foreign. ❤
– Headed to Rock Port.
– Marshes!
– Kristen is serenading me. Lol
– I've been in Rock Port for 10 minutes and I already want to live here.
– Bead store! Spent way too much!
– More ocean. Omg, love it so much. So beautiful.
– Sad to leave Rock Port. Love it here.
– We totally didn't follow Theresa's directions at all but we found it. I love getting lost.
– Kristen just promised to show me a "real roast beef" sandwich. Sounds like a delicious challenge to me!
– Ok she was right. Land 'n' Sea has amazing roast beef.
– Theresa has so many awesome jerseys that I'm jealous, but we're on our way to Boston for the game!
– They both know so much more about Hockey than me. I'm just sitting in the back seat absorbing.
– From the front seat, "omg, I get to see the oct-o-pus!" lol
– Omg, giant high bridge! Eek!
– Parking garage! Scary!!
– So the Garden is totally a train station too? That puts the United Center to shame.
– Now Kristen is dancing and doing air guitar. And my day is complete.
– There is nothing like live hockey! ❤ ❤ .<
– The guy in front of me stands whenever the Bruins have a chance so I never get to see what's going on.
– it's not a proper hockey game unless someone spills beer on me.
– My new best friends, Dave and Michelle, are sweet, if not quiet, seat neighbors. Even for Devils fans.
– Kristen just came up here to tell me that Niklas Kronwall was hit from behind during the Wings game and he's injured. 😦 😦 😦
– Goal number 2 by the Bruins. Patrice with the assist. He loves me. Lol
– Devils score to tie it up. Dave is pleased.
– Bruins score!!
– Oh Devils. Stop copying us!
– Ice Girls are the dumbest thing to come to hockey ever.
– Bruins score with three minutes left!
– Bruins win and Michelle had predicted the outcome to the exact numbers. Very cool.
– Post game trip to Somic. Mmm, Cherry Limeade.
– Got to watch videos of Ian ad Maggie's winter concert thanks to my Celt. ❤
– Long, but awesome day. So tired! Tomorrow Boston and aquarium. Night all. ❤

Boston, Day 1

– Breakfast with my Celt before the drive to O’Hare. Mmm… Sophia’s.
– Waiting is not something I’m good at, but yay Starbucks!
– There is something awesome about playing Rock Band at 30,000 feet.
– Billy Joel on my iPhone makes everything better.
– The clouds look like whipped cream. It’s making me hungry.
– Landed at gate B3, next flight was at gate B31, and I had five minutes to get there, and I had to pee! It was my exercise for the day!
– Finally got to throw food down my face at 4:30. I was starving!
– The guy next to me is funny. We laughed about the hokey safety video. Guy in front of me is one of those “chair in your face” kind of guys. I want to throw bits of paper in his hair!
– I miss my Celt. 😦
– Holy turbulence, Batman. I feel kind of sick. This cabin is over-crowded and stuffy. One more hour or so still. Too crowded in this row for sleep.
– This flight is making me wish I lived someplace small like England. America is too friggin’ big!
– it suddenly just occurred to me that this is as far East as I’ve ever been. Go me.
– Oh thank god! Captain just said twenty-five minutes. Whew. The descent is already making me dizzy, though. 😦
– it occurred to me while I was in Atlanta that I was happy Kari Lehtonen was no longer playing for the Thrashers (who aren’t even the Thrashers anymore) so we wouldn’t be in the same city even for thirty minutes!
– The Captain was not joking about this descent being rocky! Wow. I’m practically clinging to funny guy. At least I have Straight No Chaser on my iPod to soothe me!
– Bruins jersey on the plane!!
– ibuprofen and fresh air! Just what the doctor ordered.
– Kristen is so adorable. I can’t believe we’ve know each other so long and never met.
– There’s this really flat stuff with cheese on it that they call pizza here. It’s delicious! But it doesn’t look like pizza to this Midwesterner. Oh East Coast, you’re so silly.
– Hotel room is cute! And there are no loud neighbors beneath me. I already love this place.
– Lots of chatting. Tentative plans to go to the aquarium tomorrow and maybe the Bruins game. Maybe solo bar hoping tomorrow evening. Yeah I’m winging this.
– It’s late and I’m so tired. Should go to sleep even though I get to sleep in tomorrow. Night all!

Around the Interwebs 5

I decided instead of doing this once a week, I’d just do it when I felt like I had enough links for an entire post. Also, I write reviews on every movie I’ve seen. There’s a side board for it (with new links that have been fixed!) but I also have a livejournal for it here!

Sports (more than just hockey – sometimes):
Competitors & Hospitality – These two commercials cracked me up. I can’t wait to see this years versions.

Random (Stuff that made me laugh, or just stuff):
Full Scale Carpet Drawn by Hand – No, really, by hand. And with a Bic Pen, no less.

Kustom Kills and Hot Rod Thrills – Photos from the Kustom Kills and Hot Rod Thrills event in Brooklyn, NY. So drooling over these cars. Me want!

Classic American Cars of the 1930s – Where I did research for my story. Very neat cars here.

The NONONONO Cat – At work we decided to play this all day because it had us laughing so hard we forgot how much our day was sucking.

Enzo Ferrari: The Story of the Black Prancing Horse – Cool video about the man behind the car.

Food (because I don’t talk about it enough, apparently):
Cake Stencils – Because I need an excuse to make more cake.

Gift Taste Dot Com – This website has a lot of great food gifts under $25. They all look so delicious, I might have to buy some gifts for myself.

Chocolae Button Tree Cake – Love these chocolate buttons. And so easy, too!

One Ingredient Many Ways: Potatoes – An awesome article on my favorite (starch?) vegetable!

Make Your Own Ketchup – I may have to try this!

Delicious and Unprocessed Flavored Coffee Creamer – For all my friends who love coffee and creamer but want to be healthier.

Cinnamon Roll Coffee Cupcakes – Don’t worry, Friday Night Friends, I will be making these for you soon.

Fashion (aka: stuff Tricia would buy if she could afford it, or fit into it):
The Way to My Heart – I’m kind of in love with this dress (and this girl’s hair).

Sparkled Apricot Nails – LOVE this idea for different things for your nails. I might have to start doing this.

Artsy Fartsy (I didn’t make it, but I wish I had!):
Fat Quarter in “Cook It” – I need an apron out of this. If only they had more of it, and not just a fat quarter.