I’m sitting in the Atlanta Airport, positioned at column table in Café Intermezzo, sipping a refreshing peach martini, determined to quell the queasiness that resulted from my previous jarring flight, and waiting for my connecting flight to Louisville. I’m Derby-bound, with a big twinkle chiffon hat as my carryon. It’s amusing, as flying with a big hat today is akin to being in a Derby Sorority: ladies of all shapes and sizes stopping strangers with big boxes to giggle at their ridiculous chapeaus.
I should be studying for interview, but decided to eavesdrop on various conversations around the restaurant, which is much more entertaining than reading one more person’s opinion on ObamaCare. The ladies to my right are discussing if they should let their daughter paint their bathroom hot pink, to which I interjected the answer of yes (since my bathroom is fuchsia with white polka dots, and a big crown hanging off my showerhead). The gentleman to my right is so engrossed with playing World of Warcraft, I’m afraid he might miss his flight. And the couple behind me is engrossed in an argument, and I’m trying to hold in my laughter at the ridiculousness of their disagreement over how much artificial sweetener should be used in coffee.
But I digress, I’m Derby-bound, and can’t wait!
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