Yesterday my mom and I went to the airport to pick up a cousin who was flying in from Texas. I always enjoy going to the airport because I like to think about the people who are flying in from exotic and exciting places. I love to make up little stories about those people....where did he some from, dressed like that? I wonder where she is from, with that accent? Etc, etc, etc.
It used to be that going to the airport was a big ordeal: you wore your best hat and clothes, greeted the pilots as though they were kings, admired the stewardesses (I'm sure most young girls wanted to be a stewardess because you got to wear a very pretty uniform, fly around the world and people respected you) and you got to watch the planes go to and fro. Nowadays, people wear pjs and no makeup, guys (and some girls) wear baggy, unflattering shorts and seem to travel with no excitement at all.
In the future, I plan on driving my baby blue Thunderbird car to the airport, stepping out in my vintage, little black dress, black high heels, my Audrey Hepburn/Breakfast at Tiffany's hairstyle, red lipstick, huge black sunglasses and a vintage, white, round suitcase! I will walk into the airport, make my way to the waiting area, read a VOGUE magazine, board my plane and fly off to Paris!