Going out to California... gonna let the water warm my clothes...

Okay, the title of this post is the first four lines of a fabulous song called California by Josh Ritter. His Hello Starling CD is a favorite of mine and I highly suggest you download it or buy it if you like music like David Grey.

Anyway... on to my trip. I made it to California. I left my apartment an hour after the MTA workers went on strike and was able to get a cab to the airport.

Kick. Butt.

As for Jet Blue... I didn't have a very good experience. For one, I know it's not their fault, but an extremely large woman (extremely large; like 400 pounds large) was sitting next to me on the plane and took up half my seat. I couldn't use my direct TV because she was sitting on the arm rest with all the control buttons on it, so I just stared at a blank screen for five hours. She was overly nice and obviously self-conscience about it so I felt bad and didn't say anything. However I do think the airline should've at least given her an aisle seat or something--the poor woman was sitting in the middle seat.

The second reason I'm not a fan of Jet Blue is because they screwed up my luggage. For some stupid reason they didn't put all the bags on the plane, so when I got to Burbank I had to wait in a long line with about thirty other passengers and fill out some paperwork so they could deliver it to me. I got it about twelve hours later. Considering I have a dog and all of her food, etc. was inside, it was a huge inconvenience. Anyway, I think I'm going to write them a letter and tell them I was unhappy. Maybe they'll give me a voucher or something.

I went to Bikram yoga this morning with my friend (Mark), and Patrick Dempsey was not in my class. Nor was the mom from E.T. Nor was the kid from Boy Meets World. I know it was first time and all, but I'm already starting to wonder if Mark is lying about these people being in the class. Anyway, seeing as though I kept falling over because I have no balance, I suppose it's better Patrick Dempsey wasn't there. I mean, how's he going to fall in love with me if he knows I'm a klutz? I'm going to practice my poses tonight so when I do see him I'll be much better. On a funny side note, all throughout class the instructor kept telling me that I smelled good and asked what I was wearing. I told her it was my new deodorant.