Anyway, last night while I was at the Mudhouse, this guy came up to me and started talking to me. Forty six year old guy, and we talked for like 2 hours. He was a dirty old man, and not PC at all. He was rather loud too. I kept worrying whether people would overhear him and think I was the same kind of guy. The whole guilty my association. I mean, he's the kind of guy telling me how he'd like to jump certain girls as they walked by, stopping talking and staring at them, and doing the whole hip thrust thing while telling stories. He'd also had a stroke at 31 so the whole right side of his body was semi-paralyzed, and it took me a while to get use to the way he talked. Little bit of spittle hanging out his mouth too, but I'm guessing all that was the result of the stroke and a not quite complete recovery.
Bleh, I got to learn to stop coming to the airport so early. I keep telling myself I only really need an hour, but then the paranoid part in me thinks I need more time, so I get to the airportlike 90 minutes before my flight. I'm getting to be a pro at setting off the metal detector too. Last time here at SGF I got through piece of cake, but today, either the metal in my Birks or my zipper set off the damn thing, so I had to sit in the chair, raise my feet, stand up with my arts out, palms down, roll the top of my pants to show it wasn't anything in my pants, and then finally get through security. (Notice I've got the whole routine down, and didn't need directions at all from the security guy.) I've been travelling more this VISTA year then ever before. I think this will be my last trip (flying) till Thanksgiving. I'm not sure what I'm going to do for Turkey Day. I definitely want to go home and have good food, but I'm not sure how I'll afford such a trip, and I feel a little guilty asking my parents for help. I'll definitely fly home for X-mas and New Year's though.