Planes, planes, and more planes.
I went to my best friend Brenner's and Gina's wedding in Cincinnati this weekend. I dind't do anything else but attend the wedding so it was very much a surgical strike.
I was over the thousand mile travel mark so I got to go to the rehearsal dinner. I had a lot of fun.
I left thursday night and I was feeling very hard core about being a traveller. While waiting in the terminal the sofas were really weird, I did the usual lose the boarding pass trick. Always good for a laugh.
I had a window and I was all ready to sleep against it, and I wasn't going to switch with nobody, no way, no how, fuck that noise.
They board the plane by zones now. There is something attached to my name that says "zone last". I was always zone 8. There were always people there already, so how is it that I'm the fucker who goes last? I ask you?
So I'm almost chanting about not switching. NO way. I'm keeping my window. It was a 2 3 2 aircraft. I hate the 3 in the middle. The aisle is ok for an alise, but it's not as good as a window on a redeye. You can drool on a window and not feel bad.
She had a neck brace. A neck brace. I wasn't prepared. I wasn't chanting about medical accessories: No way I'm not switching even if they have an IV bag and and a partial body cast. I just wasn't prepared. She looked right at me, It's not like she had much choice with the neck brace so tightly in place. She asked if she could sit next to her husband. Who was in the 3 right next to her. Had I been prepared for a whiplash sympathy hit, I might have said, "You are next to him and you have a bonus alise to boot." Was I clever? no. Was I tough? No. Hard nosed? Um no. I smartly reply, "uh... sure."
The guy next to me was a poor tall man. I take short anyday. You know I can stand on a stool to get down the cheerios from the top shelf, or get our friend Deonn to do it (She's like 5'11.99 or something like that). That poor man couldn't do anyting about his knees having no room or choice but to brace him against the seat in front of him. He was really cool though despite his height disadvantage he managed to stay on his side of the line.
I threw the blanket over my head ignored the world and slept. Good times...
More later.
I was over the thousand mile travel mark so I got to go to the rehearsal dinner. I had a lot of fun.
I left thursday night and I was feeling very hard core about being a traveller. While waiting in the terminal the sofas were really weird, I did the usual lose the boarding pass trick. Always good for a laugh.
I had a window and I was all ready to sleep against it, and I wasn't going to switch with nobody, no way, no how, fuck that noise.
They board the plane by zones now. There is something attached to my name that says "zone last". I was always zone 8. There were always people there already, so how is it that I'm the fucker who goes last? I ask you?
So I'm almost chanting about not switching. NO way. I'm keeping my window. It was a 2 3 2 aircraft. I hate the 3 in the middle. The aisle is ok for an alise, but it's not as good as a window on a redeye. You can drool on a window and not feel bad.
She had a neck brace. A neck brace. I wasn't prepared. I wasn't chanting about medical accessories: No way I'm not switching even if they have an IV bag and and a partial body cast. I just wasn't prepared. She looked right at me, It's not like she had much choice with the neck brace so tightly in place. She asked if she could sit next to her husband. Who was in the 3 right next to her. Had I been prepared for a whiplash sympathy hit, I might have said, "You are next to him and you have a bonus alise to boot." Was I clever? no. Was I tough? No. Hard nosed? Um no. I smartly reply, "uh... sure."
The guy next to me was a poor tall man. I take short anyday. You know I can stand on a stool to get down the cheerios from the top shelf, or get our friend Deonn to do it (She's like 5'11.99 or something like that). That poor man couldn't do anyting about his knees having no room or choice but to brace him against the seat in front of him. He was really cool though despite his height disadvantage he managed to stay on his side of the line.
I threw the blanket over my head ignored the world and slept. Good times...
More later.
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