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There were a couple of things that I forgot to mention. First of all, while I was getting my hair cut, the barber (who was a woman) asked me if I dyed my hair. I told her that I didn't, and she told me that I hair had a reddish tinge. Hmm, I always thought my hair was dark brown rather than black. Also, she asked me,
"When will you graduate from high school?"
Uhh.. I only told her that I had graduated from university. I couldn't bring myself to tell her that I also got my Masters.
Anyway, my dad drove me to the airport. On the way there, I marveled at the amount of construction that was going on there. I had just saw a news report on the construction of the new terminal just a couple of days before (they had said that the roof was being completed first so that construction could continue throughout winter), but I didn't realize how large the new terminal was going to be. After being dropped off, I saw a poster displaying the proposed improvements, and.. boy is it big.
I had gotten to the airport fairly early, and had a couple of hours to burn. I spent some time in the magazine store and checked out some of the magazines I haven't looked at in years. The current Popular Mechanics featured an article about the US Army's attempts at producing a nuclear powered flying saucer. Cool beans. It also goes on to state that it may well explain most of the UFO sightings in the past few decades..
I also knew that Mr. Broomball was going to be getting on a plane (to Vancouver) around fifteen minutes before I was scheduled to take off, so I hung around the gate for the Vancouver flight for a while. During my second pass through the waiting area, I heard,
"Hey [QYV]!"
It wasn't Mr. Broomball. It was ButtChunk! Holy crap! I talked with him and whats-her-face for a while before they went to board the plane. Seems like he'll be back in town for Christmas, so I should organize some sort of skating thing at thta time.. *rubs chin*
Oh yeah, he's also working on the sequal to Homeworld (seeing as he's working for Relic) so I'd like to see what it's going to look like! (It should be out by fall 2002.)
As I was heading away from the gate, I bumped into Mr. Broomball (and whats-her-face 2). I was a little surprised to see him (seeing as I didn't see him earlier). Anyway, he (as well as André) commented about my attire.
Uhh.. I probably should've mentioned this earlier, but I walked into the airport with broomball stick in one hand, luggage in the other, with my jean jacket, and ripped jeans. How the hell I got my stick past security (as carry-on) I don't know. Maybemy jeans made me look harmless?
Anyway, I didn't talk to Mr. Broomball for long, he had a plane to catch, as did I. The plane left a little late, and I sat next to this old couple who was visiting their son for the weekend. She asked me,
"Is that a broomball stick?"
I was surprised that she knew, but apparently, they were standing behind me in the check-in line and she had asked her son what that thing was I was holding (and swinging around wildly - I do that habitually). I didn't talk to her much, she slept through the entire flight.
"Bruno" was the movie being shown, but it didn't interest me. What did surprise me was after the movie had ended, I looked up and saw the beginning of.. "George Lucas in Love"! Holy crap! I grabbed my headphones and switched to channel one (the English movie channel). Sure enough, they showed that short clip in it's entirety. I was impressed.
I made it to Victoria without incident, and the Edmonton coach was able to pick me out of the crowd while I was waiting for my baggage to arrive. (I think the broomball stick tipped him off.) The ride to the hotel was uneventful, and I headed straight to bed.
