A friend of mine sent me a link to a story about Richard Dunn, a guy who, finding himself stranded overnight in the Las Vegas Airport, asked for a roll of tape and shot this hilarious video by attaching his phone to his suitcase, among other things, and making creative use of escalators, moving walkways, signage and water bottles.
I saw this video and fell instantly in love. First of all, I appreciated this guy’s self-deprecating humor, which made me laugh at a song that I’ve more than once cried to in my lifetime. I also admired his intelligence and creativity. He could have felt sorry for himself and slept on the airport floor all night (which I’ve done a time or two myself), but instead he decided to do something innovative and fun, and that suggests that he’d be fun to be around. And he knows how to make the best of a bad situation and does not take himself too seriously, which are very valuable qualities in a life partner. The whole video is one delight after another. It also doesn’t hurt that he appears to be in my age group and I find him physically attractive.
So I went there in my head. I doubt it’s any secret that I have an overactive imagination, but I pictured us 20 years from now sitting on the veranda of our mountain cabin (because he, of course, would naturally want to live where I want to live), our grandchildren at our feet (which is an amazing feat since I am past childbearing age and wouldn’t want kids even if I could still have them, but allow me a little poetic license, here.) He’s saying, “Yeah, your grandma and I met because she saw this little video I did, and she contacted me, and it was love at first sight.” Happily ever after, and with many fun stories about being stranded in airports all around the world. I had found my soul mate.
And then I watched the video again and noticed the wedding ring. It was right there the whole time. CRAP!!!!
Richard, Richard, what might have been. How will I break the news to the grandchildren? Ah well. At least we’ll always have the Las Vegas Airport.
So I’m snuffing out the candles, and turning off the hot tub in my mind. I guess I’ll order pizza and drown my sorrows in hot pepperoni. Next!
Check out my follow up on this blog entry here. It’s been crazy!
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