samedi 7 mars 2015

Plane Crazy: Paris Bound

Let me set the scene. It was November 2014. I had stupidly booked a trip to India months earlier, not knowing it would fall right in between midterms and finals. Canceling my trip was absolutely out of the question. This meant that I not only had to do my current courseload, I had to do a whole month's work ahead of time, too. Work was crazy busy, and to top it off Thanksgiving was looming. I work and go to school full time, so this was really fucking exhausting. Did you forget that I only had a little under 3 weeks to do this because I had just returned from Cancun? Clearly, nobody hates me more than I hate myself. My plane was scheduled to depart on Black Friday and I was so short on time that right after Thanksgiving dinner, I sat down to take a midterm. Then I began to pack. Yes, I still pack the night before. Sometimes I even pack the day of! I'm a lost cause. In the haze of my exhaustion, I came on here and posted a note before I left. Little did I know how things would turn out. It's always something with me, isn't it?

It was actually cheaper to stop in Paris for a few days instead of flying directly to India. Well, there are no direct flights there, but you know what I mean. Paris is my favorite city in the world (real original!). How could I resist? I was gonna have two trips in one and still come out ahead. Hell yeah! Finally, the big day was here. By the time I made it to LAX, I was so tired that I didn't even care about anything anymore. My life felt like a Dalí painting. I just wanted to get on the plane and sleep for hours on end. As I walked around the airport before boarding, I spotted Steven Spielberg. I am a HUGE fan of his, but I left before he saw me. I knew I would be too tired to decline his request to cast me in a major motion picture. Just kidding! This is when I got excited and realized where I was and, most importantly, where I was going. Thank you, Spielbergo!

As soon as I settled into my seat, I had a glass of champagne and promptly fell asleep. This is where I was when I woke up. I had already slept for 6 straight hours and I only had... 6 more to go. Merde.

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