JazmenFlowers
10-29-2007, 04:14 PM
Forgive my changes in tense. I have always done that in my storytelling. Mmmkay?
Picture it. 5 am. I keep hitting snooze not realizing it’s not a normal work day, I’m flying to Chicago to meet up with my crew and see La Nicks on Soundstage! Ok, so, I get up and right away I realize it’s f*cking cold. Like, freezing. So, I get up and shower and get dressed, throw a few things in my bag and take out all the shit they could take from me at the airport. Goodbye nail clippers, see ya later big ass bottle of lotion, ta ta my beloved tweezers. I hop in the car and start to the airport and then remember I have to go to the ATM, which is in the opposite direction and by this time I’m running a little behind. I shoot through the ATM and then make my way to the airport parking. Long-term parking has been off-site for like 3 years while they worked on the parking lot at the airport – you park and they shuttle you to the airport. Well, I drove up and it’s all closed so I wonder, is it closed because they’ve opened the parking lot or am I too early? I can’t be too early, but if I get to the airport and the parking lot is still under construction, I’ll be pissed. I go anyway and luckily, it’s now open! Woot. However, since this is my first time there, I know not where I go. Lol. I just park and run to the airport. I get my ticket (not checking bags f*cking rocks!) and get to my gate. It’s not long before we board. I’m too excited to sleep so I read the gigantic In Style issue I brought. There isn’t shit worth reading in it. So, I listen to some Imogen Heap and then switch over to some Rilo Kiley. Oh, I sprinkled in a little Sandy Stewart, but no Stevie. I have this ritual where I don’t listen to Stevie on concert days. The plane ride is pretty good actually and we make great time. I think the flight was only like 1.5 hr long. Sweet. Arrive in Chicago and hop in a cab. We argue about which mall to go to on Michigan Ave. and I finally say, just take me to the one that has Water in the name. we exit the airport and he pretty much tries to kill me…further reinforcing my belief that riding in cabs that are vans instead of conventional cab cars are going to be the death of me. I make it to the mall at like 10 am and walk each of the 8 floors getting together a gameplan for how I’m going to attack each floor. I just walked around and familiarized myself with the place and then I sat and ate a pecan danish with a cup of coffee. It was so good. I resisted going into Sephora for a while. I scoped Macy’s for an hour or more and then Abercrombie and Oakley before CO Bigelow. I’d never been in one before. It’s basically like a Sephora. I sit at the makeup counter and the girls all just say play with the stuff. And boy did I. the Shiseido stuff was amazing. I ended up with $40 worth of stuff. There were a couple of glances and stares by grannies, but w/e, I was able to perfect my concert face since I was gonna be on TV and all. By this time, I’m getting a little hungry so I let Michelle know I’m going to go ahead and eat lunch without her and Cammie – those bitches took forever to get dressed. Anywho, I plop down to check the ‘net on my iPhone before eating. I go eat and make a couple other purchases before I get the call that Michelle is downstairs waiting on me. In fact, I’m in line buying some Armani sunglasses and I ain’t leaving without them. I feel like Sally Field in Not Without My Daughter. The store was packed with non-English speaking people and they were all hovered over my sunglasses, but I was determined to get them before leaving. I even told the guy that I’d clean them in the car cause I had to go. The chick next to me spent $575. yeah, I know.
So, I run down and hop in the car with the girls and I swear it was like we had been childhood friends. We immediately start gabbing about all kinds of things. we finally make it to the ghetto, I mean, neighborhood where the station is. We pull into the parking lot and ride in a circle a couple times contemplating if it was the actual station or not. Michelle runs in to ask, but blanks out and just comes back out and says there are people with badges on. Ok, great, that tells us absolutely nothing. We decide that we all need to tinkle and Michelle needs an ATM so we run to the gas station that a) has no public restroom and b) a broken ATM machine. Way to go Cammie! We run over to one that is a little bit better equipped and take care of our business. We felt like we were living the high life having to get a key to the bathroom and all. Yeah. We get back in the car and Michelle realizes her dumb ass got a Snickers Dark instead of a regular Snickers so I decide to help her out and “hang on to it for now until she changes her mind” – hours later in the airport I remember forgetting to give it back and enjoy it hoping she forgot as well. It was ok, but I realize that I’d be pissed if I had gotten it instead of a regular Snickers too. We make it back to the station parking lot and go to the West Entrance to scope out the line. There were only a couple people there so we decide to hang out in the warmth of the car until the line got a little longer. Meanwhile, we see various people running around, a catering truck, old guys in big mobiles trying to show off how much money they had. We also saw a woman I call Rosario. She just looked like a Rosario. I can’t remember what she was doing, but she had a box of Wheaties in her backseat. She attempts to pull out, fearfully looking in every direction for at least 5 minutes before moving. Stop. Move 1 inch. Stop. Move 1 inch. For like, 10 minutes. Mind you, she had a good 2 feet in every direction. Laughter inside the VW ensues.
Megan arrives and we all chat about organizing our demos and pictures and things. we discuss various people Stevie’s slept with. I argue that one guy from The Eagles was at least ok as opposed to others like, say, oh, I don’t know, Mick Fleetwood. Anyway, the line to the West Entrance picks up and we decide to go stake our place in line. We end up about 10th in line or so and decide to take our minds off of the deathly chill of the wind, we’d discuss work. Nothing thrills me like discussing work, ya know. Michelle decides to ruin appetites for miles around with her stories if plaque this and tartar that. I hear somebody recognize me and realize it’s Alicia, we hug and talk for a bit. She was really sweet and had on a TISL suede jacket. I contemplated taking it from her cause she looked so cozy. They announce that we will be going through a metal detector at which point I decide to not try to sneak anything in cause I don’t want to get kicked out or anything and I want to enjoy the show. Word trickles that they are placing people in seats according to how they want the audience to look on TV. We start to worry that we’ll be split up or worse. The line starts moving and we get inside and I realize that up to this point I’ve seen nothing confirming we will actually gain entrance, but yay we do and we’re in. the lady asks how many and we say “4” – she scans us all with her eyes and says “follow me” – as she walks I realize she keeps walking toward the stage and then to the 3rd row. We are all so speechless all I could do was grab Michelle’s arm. We were in total denial. So much so that we all went to the bathroom separately to ensure no one lost a seat. We sit behind some really good-looking women in the late 30s/early 40s. they were so much fun. Next to Megan was a woman who claimed that when she was “younger” she lost her dad and her best friend and Stevie found out about it and held her for 15 minutes during a song one time and that Stevie has pictures of her throughout the stages of her life. The woman proceeded to put on her sunglasses, which she wore the rest of the show. Mmmkay? So, the lady comes back and moves us to second row. We are literally at the end of a row that is directly under Stevie’s mic. We are dead center and about 5 feet from the tacky, flowy shitake on Stevie’s mic. We all tear a bit. We notice the models. Well, maybe parts of the models. Lol. See, one had a cute little figure and big boobs and one had an amazingly bubbly ass. And we were all, who are they and then we found out. It was kinda neat to watch them and get their reactions. The one we were seated next to was nice and clapped and smiled the whole time. After I was over she even said how great she thought the saw was. The producer comes out and gives us all directions. Clap, yell, energy, pretty, blah blah blah. Where’s my Stevie, dude? Oh, btw, there are no concessions here. Nope. No water, no beer, nothing. This dude expects us to scream and jump and all for hour after hour with no relief. Ok, but only for Stevie. Lol. The show starts and right away I notice how thin Stevie is. Like, I’ve been front row a couple times and been this close before, but my god, she looks amazing. Wavy hair. Check. Boots. Check. Real, serious boots. Check. Crescent moon necklace. Check, but wait. Back that check up. This one is covered in diamonds. I mean covered. I notice some serious glittery things on Stevie’s nails. Not sure what they were though. I notice how thin Lori’s legs are and how tight Sharon’s face is. Jayna looks cute. I hate to admit it. She looks good y’all. I realize Megan and I are the only ones, as radio winners, to not get a laminate pass with Stevie’s face plastered on it. We vow to get one before the night is over. Lori looks pissed for some reason. Well, not pissed, but not happy. Maybe nervous. Let me back up, the set/stage is phenomenal. The picture of Stevie with the hat half covering her face (the one in the CV booklet) was blown to Godzilla size and was waving across the monitors. There were some killer graphics. All the lights and things made the set look amazing. Ok, the set. We all know now what the setlist was, but I have to say Stevie put everything into each song. She tore up the twirls and swirls and knee-knocking and hand gestures and dancing…she was more Stevie Nicks that Stevie Nicks has been in a long time. She really poured every trick she had in her bag onto that stage. Highlights: Stand Back set the tone. Those twirls. Wow. There was a new video set to Rhiannon. A little girl playing the piano and at the end the little girl turns into a stone statue. I know it sounds creepy, but it was such a great video. When Stevie walked out in that top hat with that scarf and did Rhiannon, Michelle and I almost died. And I have to say when she went into her upper range at the very end of Rhiannon a little bit of me exhaled. You know, like Whitney says…yeah, I had been holding that for a long time. Crash was unbelievable. It is SO Stevie in a way. It just fit her. I loved it. And I loved seeing how much she loved the song. It was great to see that freshness. I saw her eyes open really wide like she does in the SNL clip of Stand Back. It was great to see that. I knew Vanessa was the special guest. When I went to the bathroom there was a setlist laying on one of the cameras and I peeked. I saw “The One” and knew it. I didn’t tell the girls cause I didn’t want to disappoint and wanted it to be a surprise. I told them I saw the setlist, but not that I had seen “The One” – anywho, V was ok. No big deal really. She did look cute and had a moon necklace too. Stevie sounded great. Gold Dust Woman was phenomenal. Her dance around Waddy was spookylicious. Sara was great. I have never seen/heard it live and it was a milestone to be there for sure. She kicked ass on Fall from Grace. I think this is when the models really started to pay attention. Mama’s still a rock goddess. The ending of HSML took my breath away. The twirling of the gold shawl and the weird dance Stevie was doing was so intense. All you could do was watch her and watch that shawl. At this point, there was a long break where Michelle and I discuss the possibility of me doing a “Leave Stevie Nicks Alone” video and posting it on Youtube. How hilarious. We even scripted it right then and there. It was at this time that Michelle and I sat down for the first time all night because a couple of mo mo’s were complaining. Michelle and I had decided that we’d get right back up as soon as Edge started and as soon as Edge started guess where the mo mo’s went. Yep, right to our spots. Michelle flashed a couple of dirty looks and we felt better. Edge was great. She did a fantastic yell and was really feeling the words. I was worried that she wouldn’t do a walk, but Mama didn’t disappoint. She basically went to everyone and just said a simple “Thank you” to everyone. She was wearing the gloves, but I didn’t mind. She was so sweet and all smiles when she stopped in front of me and Cammie. I think she probably held everyone’s hand for a couple seconds and moved on. I didn’t really notice her stopping for an extraordinarily long time with any one person. A couple people handed her roses and I saw someone give her a rhinestone necklace. BATB was, well, BATB. Just awe-inspiring. We were so close to Stevie that as she stomped her boots during the big notes, I could actually hear her boot hitting the stage.
Other tidbits:
- Stevie’s lip color changed at least once throughout the night
- When Stevie mentioned Imogen Heap (after I had just been talking to the girls about her outside in line) I almost died. She quoted my favorite line from my favorite Immi song
- When the makeup people came out Stevie’d go “TSS TSS” like Lily Tomlin’s character in Big Business…like, don’t mess with me. Then, she’d duck when the hair dude tried to touch her
After the show was over, I kept asking random people about extra passes and no one had any so we went outside and I just started asking people for theirs and then I started offering money and seriously the second time I offered $20 the guy just gave me his and said “have fun” – his wife/friend gave hers to Megan. We were so happy to finally have it. We all were parched so we headed to a place called Iggy’s. as we were parking a guy came up and said he was HIV positive and had just gotten out of jail, but meant us no harm. Um, ok? He wanted money, obvs. I had nothing but twenties, but Cammie gave him a couple bucks and we all went on with our business. We went inside and ate some great Italian food and talked about the show and took a couple pics. Then, Megan was off to get some sleep and prep for her final while Cammie and Michelle took me back to the airport. We ended up getting caught by the same train twice. How exactly does that happen? Cammie considers peeing behind a vacant parking lot, but we finally make it to the airport and say our goodbyes. Of course every damn seat, chair, couch was occupied so I sat, cross-legged, on the floor and fell asleep. When I woke up, my legs and arms were asleep. I mean, seriously asleep. So bad that I could barely feel them. I made my way to get my ticket and to my gate where I intended to sleep some more, but wouldn’t ya know it, there was construction at my gate. So, no sleepy for me. I don’t know what I did for the next 3.5 hours, but I managed to pass the time by staring at everyone else and attempting to read lips while trying not to freeze. basically, I was freezing from the time I got up on Thursday til the time I landed on Friday. Once on the plane, I was gone. I didn’t wake up until we were landing. I got off the plane and straight to my car to drive south to a wedding that night.
Picture it. 5 am. I keep hitting snooze not realizing it’s not a normal work day, I’m flying to Chicago to meet up with my crew and see La Nicks on Soundstage! Ok, so, I get up and right away I realize it’s f*cking cold. Like, freezing. So, I get up and shower and get dressed, throw a few things in my bag and take out all the shit they could take from me at the airport. Goodbye nail clippers, see ya later big ass bottle of lotion, ta ta my beloved tweezers. I hop in the car and start to the airport and then remember I have to go to the ATM, which is in the opposite direction and by this time I’m running a little behind. I shoot through the ATM and then make my way to the airport parking. Long-term parking has been off-site for like 3 years while they worked on the parking lot at the airport – you park and they shuttle you to the airport. Well, I drove up and it’s all closed so I wonder, is it closed because they’ve opened the parking lot or am I too early? I can’t be too early, but if I get to the airport and the parking lot is still under construction, I’ll be pissed. I go anyway and luckily, it’s now open! Woot. However, since this is my first time there, I know not where I go. Lol. I just park and run to the airport. I get my ticket (not checking bags f*cking rocks!) and get to my gate. It’s not long before we board. I’m too excited to sleep so I read the gigantic In Style issue I brought. There isn’t shit worth reading in it. So, I listen to some Imogen Heap and then switch over to some Rilo Kiley. Oh, I sprinkled in a little Sandy Stewart, but no Stevie. I have this ritual where I don’t listen to Stevie on concert days. The plane ride is pretty good actually and we make great time. I think the flight was only like 1.5 hr long. Sweet. Arrive in Chicago and hop in a cab. We argue about which mall to go to on Michigan Ave. and I finally say, just take me to the one that has Water in the name. we exit the airport and he pretty much tries to kill me…further reinforcing my belief that riding in cabs that are vans instead of conventional cab cars are going to be the death of me. I make it to the mall at like 10 am and walk each of the 8 floors getting together a gameplan for how I’m going to attack each floor. I just walked around and familiarized myself with the place and then I sat and ate a pecan danish with a cup of coffee. It was so good. I resisted going into Sephora for a while. I scoped Macy’s for an hour or more and then Abercrombie and Oakley before CO Bigelow. I’d never been in one before. It’s basically like a Sephora. I sit at the makeup counter and the girls all just say play with the stuff. And boy did I. the Shiseido stuff was amazing. I ended up with $40 worth of stuff. There were a couple of glances and stares by grannies, but w/e, I was able to perfect my concert face since I was gonna be on TV and all. By this time, I’m getting a little hungry so I let Michelle know I’m going to go ahead and eat lunch without her and Cammie – those bitches took forever to get dressed. Anywho, I plop down to check the ‘net on my iPhone before eating. I go eat and make a couple other purchases before I get the call that Michelle is downstairs waiting on me. In fact, I’m in line buying some Armani sunglasses and I ain’t leaving without them. I feel like Sally Field in Not Without My Daughter. The store was packed with non-English speaking people and they were all hovered over my sunglasses, but I was determined to get them before leaving. I even told the guy that I’d clean them in the car cause I had to go. The chick next to me spent $575. yeah, I know.
So, I run down and hop in the car with the girls and I swear it was like we had been childhood friends. We immediately start gabbing about all kinds of things. we finally make it to the ghetto, I mean, neighborhood where the station is. We pull into the parking lot and ride in a circle a couple times contemplating if it was the actual station or not. Michelle runs in to ask, but blanks out and just comes back out and says there are people with badges on. Ok, great, that tells us absolutely nothing. We decide that we all need to tinkle and Michelle needs an ATM so we run to the gas station that a) has no public restroom and b) a broken ATM machine. Way to go Cammie! We run over to one that is a little bit better equipped and take care of our business. We felt like we were living the high life having to get a key to the bathroom and all. Yeah. We get back in the car and Michelle realizes her dumb ass got a Snickers Dark instead of a regular Snickers so I decide to help her out and “hang on to it for now until she changes her mind” – hours later in the airport I remember forgetting to give it back and enjoy it hoping she forgot as well. It was ok, but I realize that I’d be pissed if I had gotten it instead of a regular Snickers too. We make it back to the station parking lot and go to the West Entrance to scope out the line. There were only a couple people there so we decide to hang out in the warmth of the car until the line got a little longer. Meanwhile, we see various people running around, a catering truck, old guys in big mobiles trying to show off how much money they had. We also saw a woman I call Rosario. She just looked like a Rosario. I can’t remember what she was doing, but she had a box of Wheaties in her backseat. She attempts to pull out, fearfully looking in every direction for at least 5 minutes before moving. Stop. Move 1 inch. Stop. Move 1 inch. For like, 10 minutes. Mind you, she had a good 2 feet in every direction. Laughter inside the VW ensues.
Megan arrives and we all chat about organizing our demos and pictures and things. we discuss various people Stevie’s slept with. I argue that one guy from The Eagles was at least ok as opposed to others like, say, oh, I don’t know, Mick Fleetwood. Anyway, the line to the West Entrance picks up and we decide to go stake our place in line. We end up about 10th in line or so and decide to take our minds off of the deathly chill of the wind, we’d discuss work. Nothing thrills me like discussing work, ya know. Michelle decides to ruin appetites for miles around with her stories if plaque this and tartar that. I hear somebody recognize me and realize it’s Alicia, we hug and talk for a bit. She was really sweet and had on a TISL suede jacket. I contemplated taking it from her cause she looked so cozy. They announce that we will be going through a metal detector at which point I decide to not try to sneak anything in cause I don’t want to get kicked out or anything and I want to enjoy the show. Word trickles that they are placing people in seats according to how they want the audience to look on TV. We start to worry that we’ll be split up or worse. The line starts moving and we get inside and I realize that up to this point I’ve seen nothing confirming we will actually gain entrance, but yay we do and we’re in. the lady asks how many and we say “4” – she scans us all with her eyes and says “follow me” – as she walks I realize she keeps walking toward the stage and then to the 3rd row. We are all so speechless all I could do was grab Michelle’s arm. We were in total denial. So much so that we all went to the bathroom separately to ensure no one lost a seat. We sit behind some really good-looking women in the late 30s/early 40s. they were so much fun. Next to Megan was a woman who claimed that when she was “younger” she lost her dad and her best friend and Stevie found out about it and held her for 15 minutes during a song one time and that Stevie has pictures of her throughout the stages of her life. The woman proceeded to put on her sunglasses, which she wore the rest of the show. Mmmkay? So, the lady comes back and moves us to second row. We are literally at the end of a row that is directly under Stevie’s mic. We are dead center and about 5 feet from the tacky, flowy shitake on Stevie’s mic. We all tear a bit. We notice the models. Well, maybe parts of the models. Lol. See, one had a cute little figure and big boobs and one had an amazingly bubbly ass. And we were all, who are they and then we found out. It was kinda neat to watch them and get their reactions. The one we were seated next to was nice and clapped and smiled the whole time. After I was over she even said how great she thought the saw was. The producer comes out and gives us all directions. Clap, yell, energy, pretty, blah blah blah. Where’s my Stevie, dude? Oh, btw, there are no concessions here. Nope. No water, no beer, nothing. This dude expects us to scream and jump and all for hour after hour with no relief. Ok, but only for Stevie. Lol. The show starts and right away I notice how thin Stevie is. Like, I’ve been front row a couple times and been this close before, but my god, she looks amazing. Wavy hair. Check. Boots. Check. Real, serious boots. Check. Crescent moon necklace. Check, but wait. Back that check up. This one is covered in diamonds. I mean covered. I notice some serious glittery things on Stevie’s nails. Not sure what they were though. I notice how thin Lori’s legs are and how tight Sharon’s face is. Jayna looks cute. I hate to admit it. She looks good y’all. I realize Megan and I are the only ones, as radio winners, to not get a laminate pass with Stevie’s face plastered on it. We vow to get one before the night is over. Lori looks pissed for some reason. Well, not pissed, but not happy. Maybe nervous. Let me back up, the set/stage is phenomenal. The picture of Stevie with the hat half covering her face (the one in the CV booklet) was blown to Godzilla size and was waving across the monitors. There were some killer graphics. All the lights and things made the set look amazing. Ok, the set. We all know now what the setlist was, but I have to say Stevie put everything into each song. She tore up the twirls and swirls and knee-knocking and hand gestures and dancing…she was more Stevie Nicks that Stevie Nicks has been in a long time. She really poured every trick she had in her bag onto that stage. Highlights: Stand Back set the tone. Those twirls. Wow. There was a new video set to Rhiannon. A little girl playing the piano and at the end the little girl turns into a stone statue. I know it sounds creepy, but it was such a great video. When Stevie walked out in that top hat with that scarf and did Rhiannon, Michelle and I almost died. And I have to say when she went into her upper range at the very end of Rhiannon a little bit of me exhaled. You know, like Whitney says…yeah, I had been holding that for a long time. Crash was unbelievable. It is SO Stevie in a way. It just fit her. I loved it. And I loved seeing how much she loved the song. It was great to see that freshness. I saw her eyes open really wide like she does in the SNL clip of Stand Back. It was great to see that. I knew Vanessa was the special guest. When I went to the bathroom there was a setlist laying on one of the cameras and I peeked. I saw “The One” and knew it. I didn’t tell the girls cause I didn’t want to disappoint and wanted it to be a surprise. I told them I saw the setlist, but not that I had seen “The One” – anywho, V was ok. No big deal really. She did look cute and had a moon necklace too. Stevie sounded great. Gold Dust Woman was phenomenal. Her dance around Waddy was spookylicious. Sara was great. I have never seen/heard it live and it was a milestone to be there for sure. She kicked ass on Fall from Grace. I think this is when the models really started to pay attention. Mama’s still a rock goddess. The ending of HSML took my breath away. The twirling of the gold shawl and the weird dance Stevie was doing was so intense. All you could do was watch her and watch that shawl. At this point, there was a long break where Michelle and I discuss the possibility of me doing a “Leave Stevie Nicks Alone” video and posting it on Youtube. How hilarious. We even scripted it right then and there. It was at this time that Michelle and I sat down for the first time all night because a couple of mo mo’s were complaining. Michelle and I had decided that we’d get right back up as soon as Edge started and as soon as Edge started guess where the mo mo’s went. Yep, right to our spots. Michelle flashed a couple of dirty looks and we felt better. Edge was great. She did a fantastic yell and was really feeling the words. I was worried that she wouldn’t do a walk, but Mama didn’t disappoint. She basically went to everyone and just said a simple “Thank you” to everyone. She was wearing the gloves, but I didn’t mind. She was so sweet and all smiles when she stopped in front of me and Cammie. I think she probably held everyone’s hand for a couple seconds and moved on. I didn’t really notice her stopping for an extraordinarily long time with any one person. A couple people handed her roses and I saw someone give her a rhinestone necklace. BATB was, well, BATB. Just awe-inspiring. We were so close to Stevie that as she stomped her boots during the big notes, I could actually hear her boot hitting the stage.
Other tidbits:
- Stevie’s lip color changed at least once throughout the night
- When Stevie mentioned Imogen Heap (after I had just been talking to the girls about her outside in line) I almost died. She quoted my favorite line from my favorite Immi song
- When the makeup people came out Stevie’d go “TSS TSS” like Lily Tomlin’s character in Big Business…like, don’t mess with me. Then, she’d duck when the hair dude tried to touch her
After the show was over, I kept asking random people about extra passes and no one had any so we went outside and I just started asking people for theirs and then I started offering money and seriously the second time I offered $20 the guy just gave me his and said “have fun” – his wife/friend gave hers to Megan. We were so happy to finally have it. We all were parched so we headed to a place called Iggy’s. as we were parking a guy came up and said he was HIV positive and had just gotten out of jail, but meant us no harm. Um, ok? He wanted money, obvs. I had nothing but twenties, but Cammie gave him a couple bucks and we all went on with our business. We went inside and ate some great Italian food and talked about the show and took a couple pics. Then, Megan was off to get some sleep and prep for her final while Cammie and Michelle took me back to the airport. We ended up getting caught by the same train twice. How exactly does that happen? Cammie considers peeing behind a vacant parking lot, but we finally make it to the airport and say our goodbyes. Of course every damn seat, chair, couch was occupied so I sat, cross-legged, on the floor and fell asleep. When I woke up, my legs and arms were asleep. I mean, seriously asleep. So bad that I could barely feel them. I made my way to get my ticket and to my gate where I intended to sleep some more, but wouldn’t ya know it, there was construction at my gate. So, no sleepy for me. I don’t know what I did for the next 3.5 hours, but I managed to pass the time by staring at everyone else and attempting to read lips while trying not to freeze. basically, I was freezing from the time I got up on Thursday til the time I landed on Friday. Once on the plane, I was gone. I didn’t wake up until we were landing. I got off the plane and straight to my car to drive south to a wedding that night.