Joey's on a flight to Belfast right now.

I can't say I like it when he flies without me.  I can't say I like to fly with him either, but at least we'd be together.  I despise airplanes.  I think most of my readers know that, since several people from my life have died on airplanes including two of my college classmates (that is out of fewer than 650), I feel that one of two things is true: either I have nothing to worry about ever again because statistically, everyone I know should be safe from now on; or, I am cursed (likely along with the rest of my class, a la Final Destination), and doomed to a life of airline tragedy.

The first, a little too rational; the second, a little too emotional.

It just doesn't help that he flew through Newark and will again on the way back from the UK. 

Hee, just checked the flight status.  It says "Delayed - Awaiting Customers" - Joey, get out of that bar and onto the plane!

I know he will return to me unharmed (at least mostly; there will be dancing at this wedding), but every single time, I worry. 

Plus I miss him.