Airline blogging at its best today. I am on the plane en route to Charlotte, NC, with a final destination of Winston-Salem and KNITPICKY. I was very tempted to upgrade my seat to business class, but opted not to. What is one hour and 20 minutes between strangers smashed together in a tri-fecta of seats? (For the record, I had the middle seat. Who would not want to sit on either side of me and have access to my knitting prowess and sparkling personality?)

I boarded the plane. Ahh… first one in the seats. Everyone is boarding. No one coming to aisle 25. Huh, that’s odd. I showered and put on lightly scented lotion today, dammit. I smiled and seemed friendly (cannot mess with my karma at the beginning of a trip where I am going solo. No sir-ee, bob.)

To my great surprise and delight, I got all 3 seats to myself! I set up this mini knitting/ mobile office and, in the words of the very wise and immortal Tow-Mater, “I’m GOOD!”

Now, when you have an entire isle free (no one is in seats 25 a – e. I am alone in f) you can do all manner of crazy stuff. No one is really paying attention to you other than the flight attendant. My flight attendant is Jonathan. He really rocked that safety demo.

I was tempted to strip down nekkid and jump on the seats as per Jody’s idea of a good time alone in a hotel. But, I thought that the restraints from the TSA may chaff my delicateness if I was nekkid. But, Jody Jodster, I did think about it.

I started knitting on my sock with some shiny Innox DPN’s and decided to try it on. Jonathan was quite puzzled by the almost intensively surgical look of the sock and the DPN’s sticking out all over the place. Maybe it was the fact I was taking pictures of it? Maybe it was my foot (again… the shower, the lotion, AND the pedicure should rule that one out)? I am willing to bet $100.00 it was the knitting/sock wearing surgically scary looking picture taking that threw him.

About Jonathan, he has STYLE. I would dare say fierce. He was VERY animated in his safety demo and beverage distribution. I would give him a score of 10 for execution and beverage distribution, and a 12 for artistic merit. I think I will tell him that (when I leave the plane)

On to adventures in rental car pickups and hotel check-ins. Winston-Salem here I come!