In the words of the immortal Willie Nelson, I am on the road again. Except not on the road. I’m in the air.
Y’all aren’t going to believe this, but I woke up this morning at 5:10 a.m. so that I could catch a 7:00 a.m. flight to Atlanta. I can’t remember the last time I had hot rollers in my hair at 5:20 in the morning and here’s hoping it doesn’t become a regular occurrence because, dang, I am tired.
Not to mention the fact that I think I put some of them in the wrong way due to the tiredness and I am having issues with some wayward curls.
Anyway, I’m heading to Atlanta, specifically Woodstock Baptist Church, for the live recording of Travis Cottrell’s worship CD. I have no idea when I became so jet-setty, but I’m just glad I run no risk of getting a speeding ticket during this trip.
I’ve been so excited since I found out a week ago that I was going to be able to be there for all the big fun and excitement, but therein lies my big problem. Ever since I was a wee child I have not been able to handle knowing anything in advance because it causes me to not sleep for all the anticipation.
Add to that fact a fear of not hearing the alarm go off at 5:10 a.m. and you have got yourself a recipe for a sleepless night. Especially when you have a husband who keeps you awake with his snoring until you banish him to the guest room at 2:43 a.m.
So I don’t really feel as impossibly fresh as I’d like but I’m hoping to catch a quick nap before all the festivities tonight.
In the meantime, here are a few things I’ve already observed on my trip.
1. Flying at 7 a.m. on a Sunday morning means that the plane is not even half-full. Shout out to the flight attendant who gave me a whole row to myself.
2. When I purchased my necessary Starbucks at the airport this morning, I ordered my usual grande, non-fat café mocha. I didn’t mention the “no whip” part because I always assume it’s a given with the whole “non-fat” thing. However, they put whipped cream on top and my life may never be the same. It was delicious.
3. Dear Airtran: Please do not turn the heat on in the airplane. Yes, I realize it’s cold outside but when you have 50 people inside an insulated metal tube, there is really no need for heat.
4. It was a bad call to wear my Uggs with my jeans tucked in because, hello security line and having to completely undress. I can’t possibly replicate the tuck in excellence I had going on when I left my house at 5:45 this morning.
5. I bought an In-Style magazine to read during the flight, but sadly it is the very thin and always a rip-off February issue and I finished the whole thing in 13 1/2 minutes. I don’t feel I got my $4.13 in spite of the fact that Kate Winslet is wearing a black dress that would change my life.
I believe that is all for now. I’ll be back at some point with a full report of all the fun and what happens during a live CD recording. Just between you and me, I suspect there will be a lot of singing and what not.
I know you’ll be waiting on pins and needles.
I just hope it doesn’t cause you to lose any sleep.