flying Diane Lane
Sep. 1st, 2003 07:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gurdonarkToday we arose at a frighteningly early hour because it made sense to catch a 6:15 a.m. plane home, even when the place we were staying was two hours from the Denver Airport.
The Denver Airport is lovely, but it's a monument to what happens when airport boards and planners make an airport--huge, mechanized, cool art and architecture, trams, and yet almost useless to ordinary consumers.
I want to spent my dawn hours riding trams directed by robot voices. Rather, I mean, I don't.
The flight magazine featured the film actress Diane Lane, provocatively dressed, discussing things to see and do in Buenos Aires. Much focus on nice dining. No focus on hyper-inflation.
We flew all morning, into a rainstorm. Labor Day weekend in Dallas always has a rainstorm caused by a tropical storm down south spilling up north.
I rested and relaxed all day. I need another weekend.
The Denver Airport is lovely, but it's a monument to what happens when airport boards and planners make an airport--huge, mechanized, cool art and architecture, trams, and yet almost useless to ordinary consumers.
I want to spent my dawn hours riding trams directed by robot voices. Rather, I mean, I don't.
The flight magazine featured the film actress Diane Lane, provocatively dressed, discussing things to see and do in Buenos Aires. Much focus on nice dining. No focus on hyper-inflation.
We flew all morning, into a rainstorm. Labor Day weekend in Dallas always has a rainstorm caused by a tropical storm down south spilling up north.
I rested and relaxed all day. I need another weekend.
