Sitting Ugly

I made it on the flight to LaGuardia after an hour and a half of playing gate ping-pong between the flight I got on, the other LaGuardia flight and the Newark (least desireable) flight. None of them had seats. At the last minute I heard my name calld two gates away. YES!! I'm getting on to LaGuardia!! Now I can sit here and wait for David.

I'm here in NYC to work on my book and David is on his way in for business. I will tackle my writing while he tackles the banking world. Or whatever it is he does.
He should be here in two hours.

I'm really annoyed because this group of people just hijacked my table here at this restaurant and didn't even ask me if anyone was going to be sitting with me. I mean, no one is, but is it THAT obvious?!

I am trying to kill time while I wait for David so that I don't have to go into the city by myself. I found the airport spa and figured that getting my eyebrows waxed would be a good way to waste time. It was very painful. She decided to tweeze them not wax them. I prefer wax, and I see that they have wax but for some reason I do not know she would not permit me to enjoy it. I am aware that tweezing is more painful than waxing. Well, not really, it's JUST AS, but at least with waxing you get it all in one painful RRRIIPPPP!!! Tweezing is a painful pluck again and again and again. And because I'm lazy and I let my eyebrows grow into a jungle before I do them again (i dread getting them done) they are always very VERY deeply rooted by the time anyone gets to them.

So, I was kind of hoping that I would kill some time getting the eyebrows done, but when she started I was kind of then hoping that it would be over very very quickly. I tried to imagine that it wasnt hurting, but it was hurting so bad that I was distracted. I tried to breathe and find my center like they tell you to do when you aer having a baby. Then I resorted to wondering how many people actually have to stop a tweezing because they're crying like a little bitch. that's right. no one. So in the end, bullying myself into staying won out.

When she was done, she showed me the mirror and they didn't really look that much better. And my eyebrows are ALL RED. I look rediculous. And then she charged me twenty dollars. Which is exhorbitant for eyebrow torture. I pretty much got "owned". I had considered getting a pedicure but I realized it might cost a hundred billion dollars and I'd rather spend that on Gucci knockoff bags. Wait, I'm not going shopping IM WRITING!! GOSH!!

So now I'm sitting here in this restaurant with people who seem very nice and friendly sitting in my cozy corner but they in fact are not and I do not feel bad hogging the outlet because they dont feel bad hogging my chairs.

:)

I know, that was a really lame entry but whatever

MORE LATER!!

ATWTTM!!! -Snn