EPISODE 1

Of course I would end up waiting until half-way through the trip before bothering to write a blog post... two weeks is just enough time for me to forget most of what happened in the beginning... but I'll give it the good ol' college try and recap what I've done thus far.

It makes perfect sense that I would go out drinking at a bar until past midnight the day before I leave for overseas... without having bothered packing. Then, having mistimed the time I would need to depart for the train to arrive at the airport at time, I ended up having only 30 minutes to pack, get showered and dressed and tear-arse down to the train station... Obviously, I made it, but it's possible that I coat-hangered a little old lady as I was turning the corner. Not sure. It was all a blur.

The plane trip itself was pretty uneventful, but I got myself into a right cynical mood when, after waiting 30 minutes for a late plane to take off, I asked the Customer Services guy when he thinks the plane would take off, and he responded with "After everyone has boarded, sir." Useless, mindless SOB. The flight attendants were equally useless, when, just prior to descent, I asked one of them if I could use the restroom, she responded with "If I were you, I'd wait until after we landed." Just as I was trying to get my mind about the metaphysics of her being me and still needing to go to the restroom, she followed up with a right hook and said "You'll have plenty of time then!!", as though she were being graciously generous and that it was supposed to be some bloody consolation for a bursting bladder... and exactly how much time did she think I bloody needed?!? Luckily, though, I made it San Francisco jet-lagged without any major incident.