(Author's Note: This was writen yesterday while in the air between Tokyo and Bangkok. As I describe in this posting, I was quite groggy and not really with it at the time I typed it, so please excuse lapses in coherence or spelling or that kind of thing - Dude.)
This past Saturday, my lovely cousin Kala, one of the most faithful readers of this here weblog, got married to her longtime boyfriend/fiancé, Darren Larsen. Congrats to them! The ceremony was beautiful, and the party afterward was raucous and fun – the first wedding on the Luebke side of the family since one heady day back in ’82 when my Aunt Carol and Uncle Dan took their vows, and I was 5 years old. Got to see lots of relatives, including my recently engaged younger brother, Angry Johnny (jrluebke.blogspot.com) and his fiancé, Amber, who flew in from the Bay Area just for the wedding and subsequent party. So it was a great time for all.
However, due to having to fly my second-least favorite airline (United – Northwest, or as I like to call it, Northworst, beats “The Friendly Skies” (the most brazenly false advertising in history perhaps) by a cockpit) out of Fargo ($300 cheaper than the next best price,) all did not end so well. The reasonable
As I type this, I’m about 34,000 Feet in the air and somewhere over the
When one does manage to put together a peaceful enough stretch to actually slip into a state of sleep, it doesn’t get too much better. At times, I’ve managed to lose consciousness completely for one or two hours. However, I always end up waking up because of a butt-brush or chair grab or something. When this happens, the first thing I do is to look at my watch, hoping that I’ve slept a while, and that there are only one or two hours left. But that’s never the case – there are always between seven and nine hours remaining, it seems. It’s as disappointing as checking Twins scores has been this season thus far, especially when they’re on the road.
This agonizing 22 hours that I am in hour 18 of right now in the above-described conditions begs an important question – why do I keep doing this to myself? Every time I do it, I promise myself I will never do it again. However, that is always short lived – just a few minutes in
That’s why I do it, and that’s why you all should make the flight and see it for yourselves, too. When you're going to Asia, it’s not the journey, it’s the destination. Hail progress!
Our North Dakota State Capitol Building, where I worked for two summers.
The Big Boy in Bismarck
My lovely auntie Carol
Where are the Captain and Tenille? Muskrat lookin' for lovin...
People fishing on a nice afternoon in Madison
Miss Elizabeth, daughter of my old friends, Jan and Brady Storhaug. She was born in March, but was due in June. She's been a good fighter, and just went home from the hospital for the first time. I got to meet her on my way through the Twin Cities.
