Not only am I at the airport, but I am sitting in the Phillips Seafood restaurant here. I made the great decision to go for a run before heading to the airport. Mind you, I was at work, so I did not get the chance to shower. I don't smell, because that kind of thing just doesn't happen to me, but I am feeling pretty cold sitting in my air dried sweat. That's why I signed up for the lobster bisque here at Phillips. Hopefully it will provide some bone-warming goodness.
I'm attending a wedding tomorrow, husbandless, as I am for most weddings. Jeff doesn't dislike weddings, in fact, we always have a blast when he can actually go. It's just with hoop season underway, days off are few and far between. I'm not as upset about going to the wedding along as I am about that empty seat sitting across from me right now. Dining out alone is not really my thing. This would constitute the third time in my life I have ever done it sans take out.
In dining alone, however, I am quietly observing my fellow diners. Here to the right is a nice, older couple slurping down some amazing smelling lobster bisque. They really have me looking forward to mine. They are periodically chatting about seeing the grandkids. To my left, there is some good action going on. A solo male and solo female traveler, brought together by two open seats at the Phillips' bar. He's currently telling his life story, which is boring me to tears (he really likes to cook). The girl is enthusiastically reacting to each and every detail. I can't see her face, but her voice is so extremely enthusiastic, I almost think it has to be real. Their checks are coming, so I am listening intently to which airport bathroom they are going to meet up for a little rondvous.
Obviously, boredom does not suit me!
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