ok, time for some substance

I'm REALLY procrastinating pretty badly right now. Just got back from taking one of my best friends back to the airport. We've literally known each other our entire lives and have kept contact since we moved here from California. I had such a great weekend with her, so now it's like...ugh. Back to regular reality.

Whenever I'm at the airport I always get this feeling of excitement. I think it's because either I'm going to travel (which of course is exciting in itself) or I'm going to pick up/drop off someone who I haven't seen in a long time.

When you first see that person as they walk toward you with bags in their hands, it seems like this surreal moment, and you think, "Are they really in front of me?" You just want to drink in the reality of it. Like, you want to reach out and touch the person just to make sure that at this point in time, they're really in the same exact spot in the universe as you are. It seems like when they're miles away, they don't even exist in the same reality that you do. So it's basically like summoning them from a different dimension or something.
Reader response: "Wow this chick is either on something or plays RPG's for a living."

Thank you, reader, I'll ignore that and continue.
Reader: "Whatever."

Anyway, then you take your friend home and you start talking and they start to slowly become integrated back into your view of reality again, and you don't even notice that they were ever a kazillion miles away or in another dimension playing with the Loch Ness monster or whatever those people in other dimensions do.

And then another phenomenon occurs. Since time was lagging when you first saw the person again (think slo-mo with Chariots of Fire playing in the background), it has to speed up again for the duration of their visit. The hands on the clock get lazy at their jobs and decide to skip seconds every once in awhile, or sometimes even whole hours.

So when you go to take them back to the airport, you think to yourself: "What? That's all?" and then you start to realize that your best friend is about to be sucked back into the land of unicorns and Bigfoots (Bigfeet?) and your reality is about to disinclude them again.
Very depressing.
So then that feeling of surrealism sets in again as you begin to savor your last moments with that person and you have to go through the awkwardness of saying goodbye and suddenly they're swallowed by the airport-chaos and out of your sight. And then reality returns to its usual sameness.

Reader: "...........fascinating."

So that's why I'm procrastinating. I'm definitely attempting to enlengthen the sense of surrealism. And it's definitely not working, because I know better. Sigh.

Reality: "Welcome back. Time to suck it up, because we're going to be spending a lot of time together."
Emily: "I'll tell you what to su--"
Surrealism: [in singsongy voice of Frosty the Snowman] "And you hear me say/As I fade away/I'll be back again someday!"
Reader: "This is getting a little out of hand..."

On an unrelated but slightly interesting note, my parents have been at the videostore for quite awhile. I'm starting to form ideas about what could be taking this long (considering that there's a Blockbuster like 2 minutes from here), which isn't neccessarily a good thing.

Well, reality calls.