I must apoloize for the delay, but I have been so distracted lately. I cannot focus one a single thing.
Where to begin.. ah. So it's Friday morning and I get up super excited and tired. I am a really bad packer. I either do not pack anything at all or I ridiculously over pack because I cannot decide what I will need or I will justify I need it for something. The just in case... I know you know what I mean, and it is so easy to do that when you are driving, not flying. Especially with all the new rules.
I have not been on a plane in probably two years or so. And especially never by myself. I always thought that was the coolest thing and I have always think it's like the movies when you just meet someone and you start talking.
It's about 1:30 and my mom told me I should probably get going because there might be traffic going down to Long Beach. I rarely go south on the 405 anymore so I don't know what traffic is like and my sister is useless and never really knows anything either. She was the one that was dropping me off, but since she's a little bit of an idiot at times, my mom decided to just take me.
So traffic was a bit flowy and got down to Long Beach in about 25 minutes. My flight wasn't until 4:55! I was there so early, so since I have an In N Out radar implanted in me, I knew that there would be one within a mile from the freeway to the right.
Katy asked me to bring up some In N Out. At first, I thought hahah okay, right. But since I got there so early I wanted to kill some time. I got the burger and put it in baggies.
I never flew out of Long Beach before. I got there and thought this airport is a joke. I was waiting for like 3 hours and everyone there looked so annoyed and didn't want to be bothered. I took the opportunity to beat map some songs.
I think the coolest thing about jet blue is how you have your own tv. I was set on just watching the Cavs Celtics game because that would be the right amount of time for the flight. I was sort of hoping no one would sit next to me, but of course movie status, someone did.
I could see from the corner of my eye that he was eyeing what I was watching. and you know when you look over because you don't think the other person looking? Well I was wrong he saw me look at him and he took that as an opportunity to introduce himself.
For the first 30 minutes he talked about himself and the person I am I had to just listen. I did though, kept looking over for the score. We started to talk about Portland and then the Lakers, then the price of beer at the Staples center versus the Rose Garden. He ordered himself a jack and coke and then asked me why I wasn't getting a drink. I said I didn't think about it. He asked me what I did and I went with the short answer of a gd. He was like what? I need a new business card and this and that and started drawing all over the barf bag what he wanted and how he would pay me to redo his cards.
He gets up to get another jack and coke because it was taking them so long to come to him. He comes back and says hey since it's your first time flying I got you a beer, I hope you don't mind. Don't mind?? riiight like I would give up on free alcohol and we still had an hour left. So we both started watching the game and he kept ordered drinks, I said he didn't have to an
d he said don't worry it's on my company card, I don't have to worry about the bill. I'm pretty sure everyone on that plane hated us.
They wanted us to close our tab and the guy was like we still have 15 minutes we each want 2 more. I probably had 5 beers on the plane. I got off and was pretty drunk and since I never traveled on my own, I didn't know where to find my bag.
How movie-ish was that plane ride?
Where to begin.. ah. So it's Friday morning and I get up super excited and tired. I am a really bad packer. I either do not pack anything at all or I ridiculously over pack because I cannot decide what I will need or I will justify I need it for something. The just in case... I know you know what I mean, and it is so easy to do that when you are driving, not flying. Especially with all the new rules.
I have not been on a plane in probably two years or so. And especially never by myself. I always thought that was the coolest thing and I have always think it's like the movies when you just meet someone and you start talking.
It's about 1:30 and my mom told me I should probably get going because there might be traffic going down to Long Beach. I rarely go south on the 405 anymore so I don't know what traffic is like and my sister is useless and never really knows anything either. She was the one that was dropping me off, but since she's a little bit of an idiot at times, my mom decided to just take me.
So traffic was a bit flowy and got down to Long Beach in about 25 minutes. My flight wasn't until 4:55! I was there so early, so since I have an In N Out radar implanted in me, I knew that there would be one within a mile from the freeway to the right.
Katy asked me to bring up some In N Out. At first, I thought hahah okay, right. But since I got there so early I wanted to kill some time. I got the burger and put it in baggies.
I never flew out of Long Beach before. I got there and thought this airport is a joke. I was waiting for like 3 hours and everyone there looked so annoyed and didn't want to be bothered. I took the opportunity to beat map some songs.
I think the coolest thing about jet blue is how you have your own tv. I was set on just watching the Cavs Celtics game because that would be the right amount of time for the flight. I was sort of hoping no one would sit next to me, but of course movie status, someone did.
I could see from the corner of my eye that he was eyeing what I was watching. and you know when you look over because you don't think the other person looking? Well I was wrong he saw me look at him and he took that as an opportunity to introduce himself.
For the first 30 minutes he talked about himself and the person I am I had to just listen. I did though, kept looking over for the score. We started to talk about Portland and then the Lakers, then the price of beer at the Staples center versus the Rose Garden. He ordered himself a jack and coke and then asked me why I wasn't getting a drink. I said I didn't think about it. He asked me what I did and I went with the short answer of a gd. He was like what? I need a new business card and this and that and started drawing all over the barf bag what he wanted and how he would pay me to redo his cards.
He gets up to get another jack and coke because it was taking them so long to come to him. He comes back and says hey since it's your first time flying I got you a beer, I hope you don't mind. Don't mind?? riiight like I would give up on free alcohol and we still had an hour left. So we both started watching the game and he kept ordered drinks, I said he didn't have to an
d he said don't worry it's on my company card, I don't have to worry about the bill. I'm pretty sure everyone on that plane hated us.They wanted us to close our tab and the guy was like we still have 15 minutes we each want 2 more. I probably had 5 beers on the plane. I got off and was pretty drunk and since I never traveled on my own, I didn't know where to find my bag.
How movie-ish was that plane ride?
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