I wrote this last night while watching all the other passengers sleep!

Minneapolis Window Seat, originally uploaded by ubliani.

35,000 feet high and I'm so tired I cannot bloody well sleep.

This trip has been a challenge to see through to fruition, inspiring from concept and a rather smooth going thus far! Surprisingly, US Customs was easy to deal with! The flights have been comfortable and happily pretty much turbulence free!

I'm some where over the Atlantic I think... or maybe it's Labrador... who could know, I cannot see the map since the 2nd film is playing now... I'm on one of the ghetto planes WITHOUT (upgrade yer planes already Delta/NorthWest) the individual screens where you decide what you wanna watch. Anyways, it's dark out and the moon is SHINEY!

I have my own set of seats... granted I had to give up my beloved 31... but in the name of having 2 seats to myself - I feel it was an equitable trade. Now... seat selection on a plane - there's an interesting aspect of humanity. I don't understand people! When I booked my seat, I was one of the first to select a seat. The whole bloody plane was open. So... I picked my fave number in a window seat. Easy peasy. About a week before I left, I double checked to make sure the airline didn't change or erase my selection. Logging onto NWA.com I noticed that only about 1/2 the seats were selected. There were AMPLE empty seats. Aisle, Window, the set of 3 in the middle, you name it, it was available. And yet someone had booked the aisle seat right next to me. Why? Two rows back there were no seats on hold... across the other side of the plane in the same row, guess what? EMPTY! There's a whole bloody plane to choose from, and they have to choose the one right beside me!? WHY? What's wrong with people. Maybe she too loves the number 31... who could know. I didn't stick around long enough to find out. Soon as the doors closed, this little kitten was pouncing on the empty seats across the plane! Swiped an extra pillow & blanket or two along the way and PRESTO! Lil Jen is stretched out and a.l.o.n.e. ahhhhhhh....

It's all so surreal. The next time I speak with any of you reading this, I will be in Paris... second only to Black Rock City in my heart. (Don't worry Vancity - yer always top notch. Nothin' could knock you outta 1st place!)

Tal is in our fabulous flat being fabulously Parisian and no doubt relishing some alone time! Don't worry Tal, your peace and quiet will be shattered by my shrill little squawks soon enough!

Alright. I may in fact be posting this après j'arrive à Paris... I'm okay with it. Just that the wireless signal at 30,000 feet is a bit weak!