Hey - 1985 Called

And it wants its stuff back.

Seriously.

But first, on the plane, where I'm terrified, as per usual, a little girl in front of me screams "NO NO NOOOOOOO" as the plane banks for landing. I think - yeah, me too sister. Wait - I know the Bernoulli principle - what are those flaps doing??? If they do that, no air goes under the wing - no air, no Bernoulli, no Bernoulli, no lift - no lift - FALL!!!! MOVE THE FLAPS - WAIT, DON'T - WHAT IS THAT NOISE????

But we made it. And saw all this wonderful water on the way in.
On the ground, I realize I apparently am time traveling. First, at the baggage carousel I see a youngish boy - 18 maybe, cute spiky hair, wearing a T-shirt with a large, stylized... cassette tape on it. I smile, and then realize I'm the only person in the baggage claim area that knows what it IS.

It's like me wearing a shirt with a TRILOBYTE on it. Only the freaky paleontologists would recognize it. OMG. He's wearing my past as a dinosaur on a t-shirt.

He probably thinks I'm coming here to Florida to die. He smiles compassionately.

Next, rental car. Little Jose from New York bonds with me over our east coast homeland, and inexplicably winks at me as he hands me my paperwork.

When I get to my car, I see why. Jose has upgraded me to an extremely sassy convertible luxury car. I love you Jose. *Wink*

However, upon requesting my key, I'm traumatized again.

This is my Blackberry Curve - known to be a large phone, and THIS IS MY CAR KEY. WTH???

Then in my room - and serious princess alert - the Rosen Plaza - not the cleanest hotel!!! - I go to blog and, uh - what is THIS??????????


1985 is really gonna need all its stuff back, in a Dolorean, with big hair and shoulder pads - STAT!!

K - gotta go meet my buddies who just got here. Tomorrow - PEEEEEEEEEEKS!!! Tonight - a pretty moon and a palm tree.




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