Rockin’ It Delphos-Style Part 1
I know. I suck. I’ve been a bad bad blogger again lately, but, I call a mulligan, because a lot has been going on.
I am currently coming to you live via wireless internet at the Columbus, Ohio airport with the 12-year-old chomping incessantly on his bagel with cream cheese with his mouth wide open. It is 2:45am California time and I think my body wants to crucify itself for being mobile so early and not getting ready to go to bed. You know you look like shit when the man at the security beeper things says, “Ma’am? You with us?” Yah, oops.
I know what you’re thinking, “Hey Rachel, why are you in Ohio, the birthplace of aviation (that‘s what the license plates say)?”
Delphos is pretty much the epitome of Small Town U.S.A. Complete with cows and cornfields and the local bar where everyone knows your name, it proved to be a refreshing change from the thriving metropolis that is LA. And boy do those people know how to party.
The majority of the wedding party were imports from Chicago with and I, the token Californian, we stuck out like sore thumbs in little Delphos. But we were able to put the Manolos aside and rock it with the best of them Northwestern Ohio-style.
Getting there was an adventure (of course - do we expect any less?). Took the late afternoon flight through Vegas so I could throw down a few chips for good luck. But the flight to Columbus from Vegas seemed to take forever. I sat next to two young boys from BFO (butt f*&% out-there) Wyoming. Well, one was young - 10. The other one I was challenged with because I couldn’t tell if he was the kid’s brother or super young dad (hey - it’s Wyoming). When he found out that I was traveling in from Los Angeles, the brother-dad asked me which shows I was in. I wanted to tell him that if I were actually a working actress (porn not included), I wouldn’t be rolling Southwest, but, I just smiled politely and told him I was in Marketing. He seemed completely disinterested at that point, so, they let me be and I watched my movie.
Halfway through, I got bored. Really bored. I was missing Game 7 of the Sabres’ series and the batteries on both my laptop and ipod were dead. Luckily, the crew on the plane were all based in Buffalo and were lovely people. I let the girl know how bored I was and she immediately offered me the opportunity to pass out peanuts with her to pass the time. In return, I was given two bottles of some weird wine and captain wings (yes, I’m in my 20s). I thoroughly enjoyed the passing out of the nuts - I got a little crazy with some of the people (after all, we were flying from Vegas so half the flight was either hungover or drunk) and did the under the arm chuck and over the head throw. But in the end, it was a 30-minutes process that helped relieve some of the boredom without electronics.
We got into Columbus around 1am local time. Being the little obsessive-compulsive planner than I am, I immediately whipped out my car rental reservation and yahoo map to Lima (that’s where the hotel was). Unfortunately, even though I had reserved a car, they only had minivans and geo metros left. Um, NO. I vowed years ago that I would never EVER drive a minivan and I wasn’t going to put my life in the hands of a pregnant rollerskate. I managed to talk to guy next to him with Alamo into putting me into an SUV since, apparently, there are only a handful of rental cars in Columbus and there was some sort of mad rush on them on a Thursday night. Go figure.
Once I was on the road with my ipod plugged in and the engine rarin’ to go I took off doing some of my own personal renditions of Britney Spears and Bon Jovi (driving music). Unfortunately, I think I got too into my one-woman performance and missed the road that I was supposed to exit on. I didn’t realize it until I saw the “Welcome to Indiana” sign.
SHIT.
Some choice words and 50 minutes later, I found my way in the country darkness to the oasis that is Lima. Now 3:30am, I’m ready to have a glass of Southwest’s finest and hit the hey (ha ha - almost literally). My neighbors had other plans for me. After a night of perusing in Lima, they were hungry and obviously confused where their room was. When I looked out the peephole, I saw the to-be groom trying desperately to get into my room with a business card, his friends all laughing hysterically at him.
This is going to be interesting, I thought….and sure enough it was goooooood times all around….
I am currently coming to you live via wireless internet at the Columbus, Ohio airport with the 12-year-old chomping incessantly on his bagel with cream cheese with his mouth wide open. It is 2:45am California time and I think my body wants to crucify itself for being mobile so early and not getting ready to go to bed. You know you look like shit when the man at the security beeper things says, “Ma’am? You with us?” Yah, oops.
I know what you’re thinking, “Hey Rachel, why are you in Ohio, the birthplace of aviation (that‘s what the license plates say)?”
Delphos is pretty much the epitome of Small Town U.S.A. Complete with cows and cornfields and the local bar where everyone knows your name, it proved to be a refreshing change from the thriving metropolis that is LA. And boy do those people know how to party.
The majority of the wedding party were imports from Chicago with and I, the token Californian, we stuck out like sore thumbs in little Delphos. But we were able to put the Manolos aside and rock it with the best of them Northwestern Ohio-style.
Getting there was an adventure (of course - do we expect any less?). Took the late afternoon flight through Vegas so I could throw down a few chips for good luck. But the flight to Columbus from Vegas seemed to take forever. I sat next to two young boys from BFO (butt f*&% out-there) Wyoming. Well, one was young - 10. The other one I was challenged with because I couldn’t tell if he was the kid’s brother or super young dad (hey - it’s Wyoming). When he found out that I was traveling in from Los Angeles, the brother-dad asked me which shows I was in. I wanted to tell him that if I were actually a working actress (porn not included), I wouldn’t be rolling Southwest, but, I just smiled politely and told him I was in Marketing. He seemed completely disinterested at that point, so, they let me be and I watched my movie.
Halfway through, I got bored. Really bored. I was missing Game 7 of the Sabres’ series and the batteries on both my laptop and ipod were dead. Luckily, the crew on the plane were all based in Buffalo and were lovely people. I let the girl know how bored I was and she immediately offered me the opportunity to pass out peanuts with her to pass the time. In return, I was given two bottles of some weird wine and captain wings (yes, I’m in my 20s). I thoroughly enjoyed the passing out of the nuts - I got a little crazy with some of the people (after all, we were flying from Vegas so half the flight was either hungover or drunk) and did the under the arm chuck and over the head throw. But in the end, it was a 30-minutes process that helped relieve some of the boredom without electronics.
We got into Columbus around 1am local time. Being the little obsessive-compulsive planner than I am, I immediately whipped out my car rental reservation and yahoo map to Lima (that’s where the hotel was). Unfortunately, even though I had reserved a car, they only had minivans and geo metros left. Um, NO. I vowed years ago that I would never EVER drive a minivan and I wasn’t going to put my life in the hands of a pregnant rollerskate. I managed to talk to guy next to him with Alamo into putting me into an SUV since, apparently, there are only a handful of rental cars in Columbus and there was some sort of mad rush on them on a Thursday night. Go figure.
Once I was on the road with my ipod plugged in and the engine rarin’ to go I took off doing some of my own personal renditions of Britney Spears and Bon Jovi (driving music). Unfortunately, I think I got too into my one-woman performance and missed the road that I was supposed to exit on. I didn’t realize it until I saw the “Welcome to Indiana” sign.
SHIT.
Some choice words and 50 minutes later, I found my way in the country darkness to the oasis that is Lima. Now 3:30am, I’m ready to have a glass of Southwest’s finest and hit the hey (ha ha - almost literally). My neighbors had other plans for me. After a night of perusing in Lima, they were hungry and obviously confused where their room was. When I looked out the peephole, I saw the to-be groom trying desperately to get into my room with a business card, his friends all laughing hysterically at him.
This is going to be interesting, I thought….and sure enough it was goooooood times all around….
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