(This was written on Friday, but I didn’t have internet connection)
Today I flew from
I woke up at 5 a.m. to leave by 6 a.m. to get to the airport in time. Between packing up my makeup and hair stuff after using it this morning and checking in online, I failed to find the time for breakfast or coffee.
So, as I am waiting for my 7:25 a.m. flight to board, I walk over to the nearest coffee shop in the terminal for a bagel and a plain cup of coffee.
5 dollars later, I am sitting in my seat on the plane, happily devouring the carbohydrate and cream cheese monstrosity and sipping on my brown sludge.
I think to myself, “well, five bucks ain’t so bad, as long as I can make it until I get to
1 and ½ hours later (9’ish?), I am sitting in the
I go back to my seat, sadly pull out my BarBri stuff again (Hello again, Professor Blaze and your
2 trips to the in-airport Brooks Brothers, 4 runs to the potty (what? It was a big bottle of water) and 3 hours later (dude, seriously long layover in
Total purchase amount? $20 bucks – for a bagel, coffee, water, almonds, M&M’s, and a sandwich. That’s interstate commerce robbery, for sure.
Okay, so one other probably more notable thing happened to me while I was waiting in the
“I know this is odd, but I have to ask you…what is your name? You look so familiar.”
“I’m Ted Newton.”
“I’m sorry, what was that?”
“I’m Ted Newton.”
“Oh!” I say while nodding my head. I still have no idea what he is saying. “Well, what do you do?”
“I’m a musician. I play guitar.”
“Oh, I see. Well, that is exciting. Are you on TV?”
“Sometimes, I have been on a few nature shows and you might have seen me on TV lately in the news.”
“Hmmm, well that must be where I know you from.”
He shrugs, and gets up to go to the bathroom. Immediately, I text the Knight. “do u know some guitar player named ted newton? he is sitting next to me in the airport.”
He texts me back “nugent?”
“yes, that is him!”
So, Ted Nugent comes back and sits next to me. I still have no clue who he is.
I find out that he is on his way to
Basically, he was hilarious and crazy, but crazy in a nice sort of way.
We chatted for the rest of the layover, and then we lined up to board our plane. He boarded first, and I went to the back of the line to wait for my group number to be called. As soon as I got in line, all of the people swarmed me “What was Ted Nugent like?” “Was he nice?” “What did you talk about?” “Do you know Ted Nugent?”
So, when I got home, I Googled him and discovered, that yes, he is indeed who he claimed to be, and I actually do know who he is. He sings “Cat Scratch Fever” and you can see what he looks like here.
So, yeah, I met Ted Nugent, and probably offended him because I had no clue who he was, but at least it makes for an interesting story, right?