As I often do, I am using Myspace [2017 update: eye roll] as a means of communicating with the world at large. Is the world listening? Of course you're not. I do this strictly to make myself feel valued. This and the medications. I digress.
This blog goes out to a dear and personal friend of mine, Matt Something Or Other. I met Matt Something, oh. . . say five days ago? Yes, we were friends from Spokane to Denver on my return flight after New Years. Best friends for two hours and six minutes of turbulence.
“This goes out to a dear friend of mine, Matt Something Or Other.”
Matt held my hand figuratively (and literally) through the flight since, at the time, I was convinced I was going to die. In addition to demonstrating life saving techniques (like breathing), helping me find my recline button (why are those so hidden?), and showing me how to use my seat as a flotation device (in the event of a water landing) Matt was also just a hilarious and charming seat-mate who entertained me and calmed my fears. For that I am grateful.
So grateful, I misplaced the paper he gave me with his myspace address. Hence why this blog goes out to "Gay-And-From-Utah," which is how Matt identified himself.
Therefore, if you have seen Matt, or know Matt, or perhaps are Matt and haven't realized yet that I am talking about you, drop me a line! Thanks for letting me hide my face in your arm during take off and I hope you had an awesome time protesting sexual orientation discrimination at uptight colleges and universities. I hope we meet up on a Boeing 433 somewhere again. Or, you know, on the ground.
Cheers!
Ps. Have you seen my Chapstick? Thanks.