On my fabulous two-week trip to Oregon, I saw the sights, drank the coffee, sampled the beer, and enjoyed all the live music that happens in a state that enjoys the complex beasts known as musicians. I even put in my fabulous nose ring during my stay to show that I am more hip than my Colorado address would indicate (I did live in Portland for a little while, after all).
My trip home involved many, many hours of waiting in a variety of airports. I ate more than one airport meal and drank more than one airport latte. I also got to go through more than one security check-point. I've been through the air-puffer machine, the whole body scanner, the regular scanner, and one time they swabbed my shoes with some sort of clear liquid.
Right after one of my security adventures, the guy looked up and excited said, "OOOOH, I like your nose ring!" I thanked him and he then continued on to say, "You look all homely, but then there's that nose ring!" Classy. I am the homely girl with a nose ring.
Moral of today's story: homely (adj) 1. lacking in physical attractiveness; not beautiful; unattractive. I know what words mean. I can only hope that the security guy meant a different word. Although it was a funny moment to ease the tension of failing to get on eight different flights.
An Erinku:
spicy nachos
boxed wine
Cuong Vu recording
Thursday
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