I Heart Heathrow

I love airports!  And no I haven't been watching the opening scene of Love Actually over and over again (although truth be told, it gets me everytime!).  It's a place made of dreams when it comes to people watching!

I found myself waiting, staring, and staring some more in Terminal 5 at Heathrow Airport.  I spend 20 minutes imagining where the men in the business suits fly off too, what meeting is so important that they chose to be uncomfortable the whole plane ride?  I would like think that someday I will be important enough for a company to fly me to a meeting in another country but when that day arrives....I will throw some sweats on like always, carry my power suit on board and wait till the last possible second to be confined in a pencial skirt (I mean even Tommy Boy was able to change in an airplane bathroom)...don't they worry about wrinkles!

Then there was the couple that occupied a considerable amount of my thinking.  She was Asian, he was an Englishman in a business suit, both middle aged but attractive in their own rights.  As he handed her a bouquet of flowers, she smiled, shook his hand, as if meeting him for the first time.  In my mind, they are an eHarmony story come to life, right there in Heathrow Terminal 5....months of emailing and potentially staged photos turned into an overseas blind date.  I loved the potential of her 3 suitcases. 

Caught staring a little too much, I turned my attention to the backpacker, a short guy wearing a muscle tee....it was the muscle tee that caught my eye, sadly it was not the bulging biceps that it.  He practically ran over people to start his European adventure.  I'm still wondering how quickly he realized London weather does not permit things like muscle tees!  Behind the backpacker came a girl drowning in luggage, pausing to scan the crowd at the arrivals gate, as if waiting for someone to lead her out in to what I imagined to be her own adventure.  After a couple of seconds, she nodded her head, adjusted her bags, and headed for a the taxi stand.  I tried to remember the moment I scanned the crowd at Heathrow waiting to see a familar face before shaking my head and going to the taxi stand.

My corney airport fantasies came to a hault with the sight of a familiar face.  Lisa is in London Town!!!!  Another much need week with a friend from home.  First Stop:  Dinner with Lawrence, Drinks with Beni before heading to Sweden on Wednesday!