Back to real life
The next morning, it was time to pack up (again) and go back to the airport. I had so much metal in my pocketbook, between my camera, CD player, cell phone and all the change in my wallet, that even an xray couldn't make it through! So they asked if they could search it manually. No problem. As the agent was looking through my portable audio-visual department, she saw my Styx keychain and asked, "Aren't they at the Fargodome tonight?" If they were, would I be leaving? I told her it was last night. She said she had seen them a few years ago, "with somebody else - Boston?" I said, "They were here in 1996 with Kansas," and she said, "Oh yeah, that's who it was." Now how did I know that? Thanks JY!
After I reassembled everything, it was time to wait for boarding and contemplate going back to that place called "the real world." Sometimes it seems like a pain that traveling takes so much time, but then again it's kind of nice to have that buffer time between real life and my Styx zone. I really needed this trip, and it worked - I headed back to "the real world" refreshed, renewed and much less likely to have my head explode from sheer stress. Because don't you hate when that happens?
Thanks guys! See you in April!