I’m visiting my sister this weekend, leaving this afternoon. Which either means I will be posting less, or more. Because sometimes I get really bored waiting around for other people to be ready to do things.
I’m working this morning and then my Mom is coming to pick me up and drive me to the airport. It is very very nice living in the same city as my parents, I always have an airport ride available!
(In a car, not on the back of her scooter, but it’s still the same idea.)
And then I get to the airport 2 hours early, as always. Because I get nervous about missing things and always get to the airport/train station/bus station super super early.
(I am always this panicky, but it’s not about missing Shahrukh, just my train. And I’m never this late, I’m more like 2 hours early and still panicky)
And then I will get on the plane and be even more stressed. I do not like flying. I’m not afraid of it or anything, I am just very tall and I hate being all smooshed into the tiny seats. And I have sensitive ears and I hate suffering through the pressure changes. So to distract myself, I will imagine Amrita Rao dancing around the aisles.
And then I get off the plane and still have to travel, because my sister doesn’t care enough to drive 2 hours to the airport and then two hours back with me and so I have to take the bus. Like an ORPHAN! Oh well, maybe Salman will show up driving alongside and entertain me.
And then, finally, I get off the bus and get picked up and taken home. Where I have been promised, this time, the guest bed will already be made up. And my clothes will be laid out. Because the best part about having a sister is you never need to pack clothes when you visit. Just DVDs (I’m bringing 5).
(I know they aren’t really sisters, but they are LIKE sisters. See how they share clothes?)