Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Jet Plane

Reservations have been made. I fly out of Denver to DC on Sunday June 10 at 10:50 am. For those of you paying attention that is, in fact, the day after my Ft. Collins goodbye party, not to be confused with the Grand Junction or New Castle farewells. Byron was kind enough to describe the traditional Korean GI flight ritual which, apparently, involves boarding the plane intoxicated because "it's the Army, it's what you do." As much as I am into "international" experiences, I think I'll do my best to pass on that one.

Would have liked to get in some "me" time before I left but that may have to be put on hold until after my training when I am culturally and linguistically isolated and suffering from "Ian withdrawals." (Symptoms include sobriety, general lack of harrassment and uninterupted enjoyment of Jack Johnson and Dave Matthews. Oh and many, many tears.;)

For now... I have two days left of work. Then two weeks to soak up all the Kelley you can.

8 comments:

shedding dog said...

Hmm, More Kelly time. Yea, that is what you need. Whatever. Dude, it is all good. Walking the earth moving through the waves of thought and action. Huh, what the hell did that mean. There is a journey happening in all of this. A death, a birth, a loss, a gain. Dont worry about the next two weeks, the labor has started already. To worry about the next two weeks is like asking a woman in labor how she would like to start the birthing process. Just walk and die girl. Just walk and die. Sit in the sun of the re-birth. I am jealous, such pain, such pleasure. I'm right behind you man. On my way. In fact when you're done I'll likely be just getting started. There is a bit of luggage you're forgetting about though, somewhere between 150lbs and 220lbs would be my guess. There is a wounded worrior out there waiting for orders girl. Worst case senario...it doest work out. Bummer. Warrior needs orders though girl. Pony up, smack that fool, and inform him that if he does not follow and give a try he is a stupid human being that does not know the meaning of life from a watered down soft drink left in the sun of a patio while his sorry ass is crying in his room wondering why he let that meaning go. Fucking idiot.
Best thing for him would to be some luggage for awhile.

ladyslonic said...

shedding dog - your subtly is unsurpassed. I think you want to be the luggage. UH, just walk and die.

Gringa Perdida said...

Thanks man... I feel the love. Truth be told, I wanna get on that plane alone. Someone knows that even when I forget. Not looking to give orders. There's no faith in orders. Trust it.

pigmy said...

Hmm, still no word from the wounded warrior? His wounds are too deep.
When you get on that plane remember that you are not alone in spirit. We will all be here waiting when you get back.
Remember, he is out there. Except this time he is much taller, much darker, emotionally available, and willing to do just about anything for Canadian citizenship.

Gringa Perdida said...

Can I just say that the only person here not represented in code is the one in front of the firing squad. If I can't get him to run from my craziness, maybe he'll run from my crazy friends. "What I hear you saying is...." you love me, you want me to be happy and you're gonna miss me. Maybe we should save the therapy for Thursday mornings, that way we won't be imposed upon by reality.

Love Ya!

ladyslonic said...

Craziness? Can we move on from the jet plane? We CAN NOT control/ alter or influence destiny but we can sure fuck it up! Magic and love can not be forced!

Pigmy said...

By the way, I happen to enjoy being crazy! :)

ladyslonic said...

It is only the sane that enjoy the prospect of crazy