Sarcasm, where art thou?

O, Canada! How I've missed you.

Flights sucked. Those little maple syrup maple leaves that Air Canada give you to suck during take off? Really don't taste as good as they look. I think the second one I had dislodged a tooth.

Kowalski was right. The weather's not too bad up here. Kinda like uh, autumn in Chicago, cold-wise. I napped on the plane and had a dream that Welsh was chasing me around Fraser's cabin wearing a bath towel and that's it. I uh, oh hey, the airplane lady-waitress woman was kinda hot. Uh...I ate a cheeseburger after I'd finally landed. I...there was a pigeon on the runway at O'Hare when we were taking off. I didn't see if it got sucked into the engine or not. I doubt it, the ride was pretty smooth, until we crossed the border anyway...

So far I haven't seen any homicidal men in white suits so I think that's Ray Vecchio 1, Canada 0

I'm contemplating another nap, hopefully scare-free, 'cause the JETLAG! Jeez, my body clock is all out of whack. Heh.

ooc: *muns waves around map to prove she knows more about geography and timezones than her muse*