Airports are strange places...

but at least, after being here for 6.5 hrs now, I can say that this did not happen to me.    Anyhow, airports...they are strange...AM I RIGHT?  I have been atrophying here, dragging myself along the various concourses and peering forlornly in the smoker's lounge...SHOULD I GO IN? It would probably be a primo place for weird airport friends, of which I have made none thusfar (unfortunately), but then my uncle would pick me up, and I would wreak....and then havoc would ensue.  But there's this nagging feeling...what if some big creeper in aviators walked up to me in the smoke zoo and be like SMOKE MISTY FOR ME. 

Ok, clearly I need some new life fantasies.

More ramblings about the airport - 

I have to give John Gardner credit for the following:

SoyCafeConLeche (9:36:25 PM): i am in the miami airport actually

SoyCafeConLeche (9:36:27 PM): on my way to peru

JEGardner7 (9:36:49 PM): sweet. why on earth are you in such a place

JEGardner7 (9:36:52 PM): as miami

JEGardner7 (9:37:08 PM): you will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy

This is true.  It is apparently totally socially appropriate to have super load cell phone conversations about the hotels you are considering for purchase or whether or not your coke...i mean "winter"... party was caught on film or not...AND DID YOU SEE WHO WAS ON THE PARTY BUS...blah blah blah  Conclusion: what a bizarre "sea of humanity."  Meanwhile, I sit in the most unassuming corner of the entire airport watching youtubes for several solid hours before I question whether temporary paralysis has set in with my lower extremities.   I am currently questioning whether or not my brain has permanently atrophied.  

There is really nothing interesting at all on which to remark...at all...just lots of miami drama and a doubled risk of carpal tunnel, or as it is called in the thrift shop "the tunnel."  I did, however, learn a lot about Airstreams, Tex Rubinowitz, and the inherently perverse nature of monkeys.   

More to come later.

Besos.