Saturday, September 8, 2007

I will see Europe, yes I'll get to Europe, if it is the last thing I do.

Leaving was hard, and that wasn't expected. I guess I'm still not used to going from this to that in life without more than a blink of an eye. Iím becoming numb to it I think, but it was tough leaving people behind. On the other hand... it's Europe. And it's only four months, and when am I possibly going to have another chance at this for a while? I am sitting next to one of my favorite people in the world, my roomie/twin-brother-separated-at-birth and am going to have an incredible time. We are seated in row 44 (seats G, D), and the man next to us is Dutch. He also happens to have a little dog named Napoleon that looks just like the "Yo, quireo Taco Bell" dog/Paris Hilton's dog. The man has the classic European glasses on (plastic rims, colored) and is dressed in a sky blue button down with black pants. He's funny, and he understands sarcasm.

The check-in was pretty painless if you don't count the time. The two agents at the ticket counter (Gerry, Kwan (his nametag had both his real name and the American version on it: Stan)) were very nice and made sure than Scott and I sat together. Scott's bag was 50 pounds on the dot, and that kicks ass. We think it may've been 51 pounds, but Kwan definitely typed something in to change it. One of the flight attendants is a miserable racist, and I love it. I think she's wearing a wig because her hair literally looks like a box. It's hysterical. She doesn't hide the fact that at every request she receives she rolls her eyes. Usually I would have been disgusted by someone like her, but she is so miserable that it became funny as time went on. I want to report her and watch her cry when she loses her job. That would be pretty funny too.

In-flight movie choices were pretty slim, so of course I left my decision up to which actress would keep me interested the most. That was Toni Collette, who still couldn't save the day because In Her Shoes is a horrible movie. A woman lost her glasses and her husband is on the ground with a flashlight next to me trying to find them. He keeps shining it in my face.

I'm so excited, I'm so excited, I'm so excited. I'm very tired, and my back was sore, so I took a Percocet, and now I'm feeling wicked tired, so I am going to have to say goodbye. Yeah! Yeah! Whatever...


I will see Europe, yes I'll get to Europe, if it is the last thing I do... I'll go to Europe, and if I go to Europe, I might as well go there with you.

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