Vacation Day 15: Flying Home.
Aug. 23rd, 2011 11:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsAnother breakfast at the hotel. Hey, at least the coffee was free.
We were out of there early, so we went to the Pirate's Cove Minature Golf course, where we played a round of golf, the headed to the airport. They really nickle-and-dime you on the drive, with a toll plaza every few miles. Ridiculous!
Omaha had done everything necessary so we immediately got onto the plane and were soon flying home.
Poor Kouryou-chan had a seriously upset stomach during the second half of the flight, from Denver to Seattle, but the stewardess brought her ginger ale and she felt much better after that. Ginger really is one of those important discoveries.
I finished Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, got far enough into the Warhammer 40K novel Blood Reaver to realize I didn't care what happened to the characters, and worked my way through Nicholson Baker's new novel, House of Holes, which is a yeoman's attempt to take the porn film script and turn it into literature. It doesn't quite work because the visuals aren't there (it's a book, after all) and in literary form the women of the pornoverse really aren't all that human. They don't come across as people.
We reached Seattle a half hour early, and quickly cabbed it home. It was late. We quickly went to bed.
We were out of there early, so we went to the Pirate's Cove Minature Golf course, where we played a round of golf, the headed to the airport. They really nickle-and-dime you on the drive, with a toll plaza every few miles. Ridiculous!
Omaha had done everything necessary so we immediately got onto the plane and were soon flying home.
Poor Kouryou-chan had a seriously upset stomach during the second half of the flight, from Denver to Seattle, but the stewardess brought her ginger ale and she felt much better after that. Ginger really is one of those important discoveries.
I finished Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, got far enough into the Warhammer 40K novel Blood Reaver to realize I didn't care what happened to the characters, and worked my way through Nicholson Baker's new novel, House of Holes, which is a yeoman's attempt to take the porn film script and turn it into literature. It doesn't quite work because the visuals aren't there (it's a book, after all) and in literary form the women of the pornoverse really aren't all that human. They don't come across as people.
We reached Seattle a half hour early, and quickly cabbed it home. It was late. We quickly went to bed.
