I need an ass transplant
Okay, so guess who did not get an aisle seat? That would be me! Instead, I got REALLY lucky and got to sit in the MIDDLE OF THE MIDDLE! I got to share arm rests and foot space with strangers! Man, I was bummed. When I checked in I was all, "So, I have an aisle seat, right?" and the agent was all, "Yeah, yeah, yeah." Whatever! I bet that lady didn't even hear what I said. She did not ask me if I had packed my bags myself, if the bags had been unsupervised at any point, if I had any sharp objects in my carry-on luggage, etc, so I don't think she was all that concerned about anything.
Once on the plane, the woman to my left helped me look for alternate seats and there were a couple empty aisles but when I tried to go move to them, the people in the seats next to them snarled at me and were like, "NO! I am moving here when the plane takes off!" Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. So, back to the middle for me. At least the lady to my left was really nice. I'd say she was in her 50s, a graphic arts teacher from the University of North Dakota, and she'd just taken some Advanced Photography students up and down the east coast of Oz and New Zealand to take some lovely photos - how cool is that? She was a hip and funny lady - I'd like to have her for a teacher! We got to talking about how her parents never took any photos of her when she was growing up. She says she has like 3 pictures of her as a kid and that was it. I asked her if she thought that is why she takes so many pictures of her kids and why she has taught everyone in her family how to take photos of them and their kids etc, so try to make sure what happened to her does not happen to them. She smiled and was like, "Yeah, probably!" :-)
The girl on my right did not say a single word to me until like 10hours into the flight, when she wanted to borrow my Rolling Stone magazine. We talked during the last hour of the flight and she was nice too. She was an architecture student who'd just spent 2 weeks in Oz. She wants to come back to Australia too. I was all, "Yeah, I hear ya!" ;-)
Anyhoo, I want an ass transplant! It felt SO good to just stand up every chance I could on that flight. I would have happily stood for several hours. I think for the flight back to Sydney I need to get one of those doughnut things people sit on after they've been shot in the ass. It would serve dual purposes. 1) It would be nicer on my ass than the airplane seat 2) It would give me a much needed height boost and a chance in hell of being able to watch a movie on the flight. My plane headphones were broken, but I couldn't be bothered to ask the flight attendant for another set as I realised I couldn't see the screen anyway without straining my neck, and even then, it was like 1/3 of the screen. So I missed Be Cool + Million Dollar Baby. (I had really wanted to see MDB, as I missed that in theatres.) Then I thought to try my new headphones, only I could not get them out of the "special" carrying case. Oh, the case was "special" alright, as in you need some sort of special training to remove the headphones from the damn case. If you turned the case one way, the ear pieces would come out, but the plug would go back in and if you turned it the other way, the ear pieces went in while the plug came out. I tried to rip the thing apart, but I was afraid of elbowing my neighbours accidentally. I gave up, but when Hitch came on, I was like, "I need to watch a movie! I can't listen to my CD player without headphones anyway, I am not in the mood to read right now, and I cannot sleep!" So a half hour later...i ripped that sucker up! The headphones worked in the plane arm rest and i folded up my pillow and blanket and sat on them for extra height. I slowly sunk down after a while, but it helped a lot!
So, enough about the plane! I am in San Francisco!!! The time difference never fails to amuse me even though I've taken this trip plenty of times. But yes, it is always weird to arrive in the U.S. three hours BEFORE you left Sydney.
Javier picked me up at the airport (bless him!) and it was so good to see him. The little sweetie had decided to rent a car for the weekend so he could drive me around, so that was very very cool of him! As I had not slept longer than about 10 minutes at any point during the flight, i worked out that I had probably slept a total of 4.5 hours over the last 2 days. So I was tired. But i would not wuss out!
I stayed up all day without a nap! I was very impressed with myself! Javier took me around his Berkley campus, which was very beautiful. I loved Boston Uni (BU) but it sure would have been nice to have a lush green campus like this one!
We had lunch at this tiny little Brazilian stand with the most delicious steak sandwich ever! MMMMMMMM. I am salivating just thinking about it now. I wish I had the recipe for that guacamole-like sauce that was on the sandwich. To die for!
We also drove to Javier's old neighbourhood to check out this lovely lake he used to run around. Unfortunately I suck and cannot remember the names of either at the moment...
Javier cooked dinner for myself and the adorable Micah (yummy salmon and yummy rice) and we just ate and chatted, so we did my two favourite things!
Okay, so guess who did not get an aisle seat? That would be me! Instead, I got REALLY lucky and got to sit in the MIDDLE OF THE MIDDLE! I got to share arm rests and foot space with strangers! Man, I was bummed. When I checked in I was all, "So, I have an aisle seat, right?" and the agent was all, "Yeah, yeah, yeah." Whatever! I bet that lady didn't even hear what I said. She did not ask me if I had packed my bags myself, if the bags had been unsupervised at any point, if I had any sharp objects in my carry-on luggage, etc, so I don't think she was all that concerned about anything.
Once on the plane, the woman to my left helped me look for alternate seats and there were a couple empty aisles but when I tried to go move to them, the people in the seats next to them snarled at me and were like, "NO! I am moving here when the plane takes off!" Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. So, back to the middle for me. At least the lady to my left was really nice. I'd say she was in her 50s, a graphic arts teacher from the University of North Dakota, and she'd just taken some Advanced Photography students up and down the east coast of Oz and New Zealand to take some lovely photos - how cool is that? She was a hip and funny lady - I'd like to have her for a teacher! We got to talking about how her parents never took any photos of her when she was growing up. She says she has like 3 pictures of her as a kid and that was it. I asked her if she thought that is why she takes so many pictures of her kids and why she has taught everyone in her family how to take photos of them and their kids etc, so try to make sure what happened to her does not happen to them. She smiled and was like, "Yeah, probably!" :-)
The girl on my right did not say a single word to me until like 10hours into the flight, when she wanted to borrow my Rolling Stone magazine. We talked during the last hour of the flight and she was nice too. She was an architecture student who'd just spent 2 weeks in Oz. She wants to come back to Australia too. I was all, "Yeah, I hear ya!" ;-)
Anyhoo, I want an ass transplant! It felt SO good to just stand up every chance I could on that flight. I would have happily stood for several hours. I think for the flight back to Sydney I need to get one of those doughnut things people sit on after they've been shot in the ass. It would serve dual purposes. 1) It would be nicer on my ass than the airplane seat 2) It would give me a much needed height boost and a chance in hell of being able to watch a movie on the flight. My plane headphones were broken, but I couldn't be bothered to ask the flight attendant for another set as I realised I couldn't see the screen anyway without straining my neck, and even then, it was like 1/3 of the screen. So I missed Be Cool + Million Dollar Baby. (I had really wanted to see MDB, as I missed that in theatres.) Then I thought to try my new headphones, only I could not get them out of the "special" carrying case. Oh, the case was "special" alright, as in you need some sort of special training to remove the headphones from the damn case. If you turned the case one way, the ear pieces would come out, but the plug would go back in and if you turned it the other way, the ear pieces went in while the plug came out. I tried to rip the thing apart, but I was afraid of elbowing my neighbours accidentally. I gave up, but when Hitch came on, I was like, "I need to watch a movie! I can't listen to my CD player without headphones anyway, I am not in the mood to read right now, and I cannot sleep!" So a half hour later...i ripped that sucker up! The headphones worked in the plane arm rest and i folded up my pillow and blanket and sat on them for extra height. I slowly sunk down after a while, but it helped a lot!
So, enough about the plane! I am in San Francisco!!! The time difference never fails to amuse me even though I've taken this trip plenty of times. But yes, it is always weird to arrive in the U.S. three hours BEFORE you left Sydney.
Javier picked me up at the airport (bless him!) and it was so good to see him. The little sweetie had decided to rent a car for the weekend so he could drive me around, so that was very very cool of him! As I had not slept longer than about 10 minutes at any point during the flight, i worked out that I had probably slept a total of 4.5 hours over the last 2 days. So I was tired. But i would not wuss out!
I stayed up all day without a nap! I was very impressed with myself! Javier took me around his Berkley campus, which was very beautiful. I loved Boston Uni (BU) but it sure would have been nice to have a lush green campus like this one!
We had lunch at this tiny little Brazilian stand with the most delicious steak sandwich ever! MMMMMMMM. I am salivating just thinking about it now. I wish I had the recipe for that guacamole-like sauce that was on the sandwich. To die for!
We also drove to Javier's old neighbourhood to check out this lovely lake he used to run around. Unfortunately I suck and cannot remember the names of either at the moment...
Javier cooked dinner for myself and the adorable Micah (yummy salmon and yummy rice) and we just ate and chatted, so we did my two favourite things!
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