Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Completion For Completions Sake

I recently discovered that I had drafted this blog entry but I never got around to posting it, so for those of you keen to know the rest of the story, I encourage you to press on.

After Washington I headed back to New York the night before I was meant to fly back home. It actually turned out to be my best night there. I got back at about 5pm and headed into Times Square with the eye for seeing a show or something interesting. I ended up going to a little comedy club just off Broadway. It was a mix of professionals and amateurs, even the waitress got up and entertained us with her Texan style observational comedy. The pros were really good, the millage varied with the amateurs, but two Long Island Ice Teas smoothed over the rough patches.


After the comedy show I headed over to Rockerfella Plazza and bought myself a ticket to the observation deck. It was a pretty spectacular view at night. Blogging about it is really a waste of time, just check out the photos on my Facebook.


The next morning I caught the subway to JFK airport for my 12 midday flight. I left at 8:40am and two hours and twenty minutes later I arrived just in time for check in at 11am.


As I waited for take off on the plane I realized that the elderly couple in front of me were also Australian. A stewardess was placing a rather large suitcase in one of the overhead lockers for another passenger. I laughed to myself when the couple pulled her aside and said "He'd never get away with that back home".

When I got to Los Angles I realized that I seemed to have developed an allergic reaction to a new pair of jeans I had bought a few days earlier in Philly. I reading my blog about a rash I developed on a international flight is off putting, you'll have some appreciation for how I felt for the following 18 hours.

When I got back to Bris Vegas International Airport I was pretty glad to be home(ish). The final leg back home to Townsville was typical. Regular folks seemed to disappear and suddenly I was surrounded by bogans and hick folk.

Coming back to Townsville was nostalgic at first. I met up with Garth and Zane for drinks at Cactus Jacks the day after I got back. I did my best to segue into a travel story even when it didn't appear relevant because I know they like that sort of thing.