Rode Hard And Put Up Wet.

At least that is how I feel on this 2nd day of being in Houston. 

I can say that I am not good with jet-lag.  Whew!  Like right now.  It's 3:21 in the morning.  What am I doing up?  I am sitting here drinking cold refreshing tea and eating Cheetoh Puffs.  AND I don't think my sister-in-law would appreciate seeing orangy cheeto stains on her keyboard. 

I had a long flight Tuesday.  My first stop was in Frankfurt.  I think I threw the check-in lady at the airport for a curve.  She could not believe that I was traveling with only a back-pack... and then said that normally people would travel with several suitcases.  I told her that I was okay with wearing only one pair of underwear, shirt and shorts for two weeks.  That did not go down to well with her.  :)

My first stop in Frankfurt was hectic.  I did not know that it was a super, ginormous, scary large airport.  With only an hour and 40 minutes to get to my gate, I think I had suffered several heart-attacks.  Trying to get through security was a bitch and then I was reduced to a wee size when the German Customs' Officer gave me an icy stare.  I thought to myself and said in child-like voice, "Mommy".  Rammstein scares me. 

By the time I made it to the plane, I was sweating from every possible area on my body.  My shirt and make-up showed my true feelings.  I was wedged between two American dudes who helped me dry up.  They could not stop laughing at me.  I think I was cracking too many jokes that you would say only to your close relatives.  (Keld, you can only imagine how up-close and personal I can get with my jokes.)  BUT, I managed to calm down.  I think I downed four Bloody Mary's too.  I slept almost through that 8 hr. trip.  GOING THROUGH AMERICAN CUSTOMS IS A BITCH!  I had to explain why I was living in Denmark, what kind of work I was doing there, why was I coming back to the U.S., and why was I traveling with only a back-pack.  Then I was stopped by three airport police, who asked to see my passport.  The same questions came up in conversation... and one made me open my back-pack to see what was inside. 

When we landed in Boston, again with only 2 hrs. to get to my gate, after looking around for Continental, I finally focused on the sign and saw that I had to go to another terminal.  On route and walking really fast, I got a really painful cramp.  I am sure I looked like a freak, sweating bad, smeared make-up, and hopping/limping.  I finally checked  in.  Security was slow and as usual, they were demeaning to the people. 

It was almost a 4-hour trip to Houston.  I was very happy when we landed.  As I walked out of the gate, I stopped at Starbucks and got myself a small green tea frap... hopping to the exit and sipping my drink I smiled when the doors to the outside open and I felt the rush of Houston's humid air on my face. 

Happy to be back home.