||[Aug. 26th, 2004|07:20 pm]
Okay, I went to the airport with Lithia and her father, so we could fly over all muggle-style to California. Her father seems to be a very nice guy... Though, a little odd at times. (No offense Lithia, please don't hurt me!) On the way to the airport he and Lithia sang show tunes. I think, at one point, a police officer wanted to pull us over to see what all the screaming was about. I guess he thought someone was dying. After we got out of the 'rent-a-car' we had to actually go inside the huge airport building-thing. Lithia's father took care of the bags and stuff, while she showed me some muggle stores and fast-food places. It would have been fun, had we not gotten hopelessly lost. We almost didn't find our way back in time for the flight, but thankfully Lithia remembered the 'gate' we were supposed to meet at and we got there just in time.|
There was this thing there, called a terminal, and I'm still not really sure what it was. But Lithia assured me then that it had nothing to do with taking human life, so I was able to relax.
We got on the plane, and found that our seats weren't together. I ended up sitting next to the window and this really hefty guy with a nasty cough of some kind. He liked unintentionally sharing his coughed-up goodies too, which really irritated me. He never even said sorry for spraying his germs around carelessly. Not even once. Thankfully, Lithia was sitting in the row behind us, and she kicked his chair constantly so he would look over the edge and cough away from me. The whole experience didn't boost my liking towards muggles, that much I can tell you.
The flight was long and boring, but I did get to see my first movie. See, but not hear. We had these headphones we were supposed to use to hear with, (yet another muggle-creation I don't really care for) but mine was trapped under the large leg of that same man, and I didn't really want to draw his attention towards me, so I just watched and made up what they were saying.
That part was amusing.
The rest of her family didn't meet us at the San Francisco airport, which is where we landed after a transfer flight from an additional airport, so I didn't get to meet her mom and brothers. Now I'm tired and going to sleep while her father drives us to her house. Lithia says I probably have 'jet-lag', but I don't really care.