"We are sharks."

It's early and it's beautiful. So I thought about blogging before I started my day, to make up for the pretty crapily thought up one last night. Every ones talking about how they have nothing to do at where ever they went for spring break. I think the only people who can be complaining are the people who haven't/aren't doing anything the whole week. I've also been seeing a lot of status post's about layover and delays; which is something that I am too familiar with.
You see, when your dad works at United, you get the chance to fly whenever, to anywhere they're flying that day. The downside is you are stand-by.. which means that the seats that aren't purchased/taken, they give to you. Hence the familiarity between me and delays and such. And that got me thinking about, how much me and my family used to travel. I'm kind of disappointed that we aren't doing anything this break. I remember that I would brag about 18 hour flights.. people would look at me and reply with:

"Nick, you're crazy, what do you do on a flight that long, in such a cramped
space?"

Well actually, We were rarely ever put into coach. I remember being envious of all of the people in the airport dressed so casually. My dad would always have my family dressed so nice, and uncomfortably because we represented his work and himself. They would fit me in this hot sweater vest, a pair khakis, and the shiniest dress shoes you have ever seen. I would look at everyone dressed in t-shirts, jeans, roughed chucks, and I would die a little. Because we were never put into coach/economy, we had to dress. Most of the time we were put into business class and on occasion first. Business class... I remember first walking through that piece of thin blue velvet; and looking at all.. All I saw were suited men and women, All I heard was the typing upon their keyboards and the occasional blue tooth man, and what I've smelled, might have been the strongest scent of black coffee. The flight attendants were always the nicest up there. They would give a tiny little glass of toasted nuts along with the beverage of you're choice. There was so much leg room, you didn't have to pass down the drink of the person next to you. They would just walk in front and set it down. They would hand you a hot towel and ask what you wanted to eat in the next hour.
I miss that, I miss them, I miss flying. With the economy these days, we haven't been able to do anything. Before all of this, my dad would always say:

"Pick a place and let's fly there."

He's not saying that anymore, and right now, that's exactly what I want to do. I need to get out of here. I need to get up there, look at the flight board, close my eyes, and point. Any single one, and just go.

"All the things you probably hate about travelling -the recycled air, the artificial lighting, the digital juice dispensers, the cheap sushi- are warm reminders that I'm home"
—George Clooney (Up in the Air)