06/14/2007
Well, I’m at the airport, and I am set to take off in a little less than an hour… it seems that this trip was so far away for so long and now it’s here. I’m sitting next to a herd of british flight attendants with their crazy ass accents. I guess this is my first taste of foreign lands. A lot more to come, I guess. There is a girl at the airport that looks EXACTLY like someone I dated, and it really freaks me out. Almost a spitting image. I’m hoping this blog doesn’t turn out to be a sort of Doogie Howser type of journal where I learn an important lesson at the end of each entry. I’m gonna try to avoid that sort of a thing, but if it happens and I don’t realize it, please comment and let me know. So far, this blog is boring, hopefully, once I get going with this trip, it will get more interesting. Keep checking. By the way, I am rediscovering the band Travis, after a long hiatus. Really smooth, almost a little poppy, but not so much that I don’t want to listen. Just a thought. Two months is going to fly by apparently, as everybody is telling me. I want this wait at the friggin airport to fly by. I am so passing out once I get on the plane. Nine hour flight here I come. Please let there be a model sit next to me on the plane, ala that Seinfeld episode. Sipping champagne and laughing it up all the way to London. We’ll see.
06/15/2007
So I’ve learned a few things in my stay at the London airport. The British really do have bad teeth. And I can’t understand them when they talk fast. Makes me worried about Prague. The newspapers are wide. And they have the worst sports section when you want to keep track of your fantasy baseball team. Some flight attendants have to wear silly looking hats. Security is SUPER tight – the guy with the rubber glove was surprisingly gentle. Massive lines. Anyway – I hardly slept, and I badly want to get to Prague so that I can take a nap. My flights delayed by the way. At least the journey is almost complete. I sat next to two old British guys on the last flight. No models. Keeping fingers crossed for the flight to Prague. For some reason all I want to do is go on myspace. It’s a sad situation. If I had some euros I’d go play ms pac man. I need sleep. This trip is going to be awesome though, I can feel it.