Here I go again.

For the fourth time in less than three months, I’m headed out to the airport.  This one’s a quick trip, an overnight to Dallas for reasons I shall explain later this week.

For now, let’s just say that I expect good company for a good cause while I put Texas on my states visited list.  And I can’t wait to turn on the local news to see what kind of hype surrounds the upcoming Red River Shootout this Saturday between the universities of Texas and Oklahoma.

Yeah, that’s just one of my travel quirks.  I must watch local news to get local flavor, even for the shortest of trips.  Here are others:

• I’m an aisle seat kind of girl.  I accept the fact that sometimes I must fly in order to reach destinations to do cool things.  I don’t accept the fact that I could look out the window – in fact, it often makes my stomach lurch.  Besides, if I’m on the aisle, I can make my escape off the plane that much quicker.
• If you sit next to me on the plane, just ignore me gripping the armrest upon takeoff.  I’m good the rest of the flight, I promise.  Lately, I’ve been known to fall asleep until the “final descent” is announced, in fact.  (Yeah, probably annoying when I’m in the aisle seat and you need to use the potty.)
• Upon entry into my hotel room, you can almost guarantee that I look for two things.  One, the Bible.  I am far from religious, but there is something comforting in knowing that it’s there, sitting in almost every hotel room I’ve ever slept in over my thirty-three years.  Two, the phone book.  Even if my trip is completely planned out for me, as this one is, I must smell and look at the phone book.  I can’t explain it.  (The same thing happens on phone book delivery day here at home.)

Alrighty, must get a start on this long day of travel.  One more reminder before I go…

Don’t mess with me in Texas.