Approximately 25 hours after I was originally scheduled to return to Oklahoma City from my weekend assignment in New York, I stumbled into the baggage claim of Will Rogers World Airport. I missed my goal of making it back to OKC by midnight by about 45 minutes.
Exhausted, rumpled and totally bemused by most of my travel mishaps, I made it back home to the BAM Cave less than an hour ago.
One of the few aspects about air travel that I actually enjoy – and I assure you that’s a list that’s gotten steadily shorter over the course of this day – is the weird way you encounter people you know far from home. I’ve shared flights from Los Angeles to Oklahoma City with people from my hometown of just 3,000 residents, and I’ve been on a connection from Dallas to OKC with a dear friend and colleague from The Oklahoman who was headed home from the East Coast while I was en route from the West.
As I was waiting in line to board a flight from Houston to OKC – naturally, this flight was more than an hour late – I noticed a familiar face. When I spotted the sticker-covered guitar case, it confirmed my suspicions: I was sharing the flight home with OKC singer-songwriter Ali Harter.
Like me, Ali was feeling a bit worn, having spent more than 16 straight hours trying to get home from touring in France. She spent a week performing in Paris, Avignon and Dijon.
With the exception of traveling to Brussels, Belgium, at the end of August, the smoky-voiced singer will be sticking closer to home over the next few weeks, with upcoming dates at The Deli, Sauced and the Oklahoma City Museum of Art’s Cocktails on the Skyline.
For more on Ali’s music, go to http://www.myspace.com/aliharter. Check out one of her shows - after she’s had the chance to get over the jetlag.
Speaking of jetlag, I’m going to bed. Sweet dreams, BAM’s Blog readers.