i had breakfast with jack layton part 1

the following is poorly written account of my trip from saskatoon to mcallen, texas and back.
part 1

it was snowy monday morning in saskatoon, i threw a few things in a bag, mostly a few books on cd, an ipod, a toothbrush and some shorts and hopped on a plane at the airport. after a quick touchdown in regina, we were off too minneapolis. after we landed we had to pass through security as per usual, and as i was putting my shoes back on, i looked behind me to see none other than mr. ochitwa.
now, mr. ochitwa was my grade 7 teacher in white city. i was sure it was him because he had the famous scar on the left side of his mouth where a chainsaw had gotten the better of him. (true story. or at least thats what he told us in grade 7 and i still believe it). we visited briefly and headed off to find or connecting flights. the minneapolis airport loves mcdonalds. everywhere i looked, people were packing away a quarter pounder and fries. awesome.
a few hours past quickly by listening to people on CNN talk about some financial crisis at AIG in the states. i caught only parts of it.
we loaded up the next plane and headed to los angeles. LAX. the airport is like a city. i asked how to find my next flight and proceeded on 20 minute walk outside. it was 10pm and must have been 25C. gorgeous. on my flight from LA to houston, i sat beside chase. chase was living in venice california and was on his way to SXSW (a music festival) in austin, tx. he told me stories of how after buying a 150$ licence you could carry a lot of marijuana on you in california and could even grow your own. apparently i look like someone who would be excited by this. i wasnt. he was a great guy though and even gave me a set of earplugs to use for the red-eye to houston.
i landed in houston, and slept in awkward positions that made my legs numb for the next two hours. my flight to harlingen, texas was late due to the heavy fog that had set. finally we made it to harlingen (look it up on a map-its basically on the mexican border) where bob picked me up to drive to the dealership. bob was a former pro-wrestler. no lies. and in a few weeks he would be having some of his old wrestling buddies come to the dealership to sign autographs and such. wrestlers like doink the clown, rikishi and others i cant remember. he told me the hollywood lifestyle he lived as a wrestler and how in mexico when they recognized him they let him drink on the streets and would even bring him tequila. great guy. good stories.
i was finally in texas.. almost 24 hours after i left saskatoon.
the only problem was i was in texas. i dont love texas. but i do love tacos. and i found some great ones.
it scares me that i could cut someone off while driving, and make them mad. its not good to make people carrying firearms in their vehicles angry.
now i had about 2198 miles to drive. thats like 3500km for those of you like me who dont know what a mile is.