on the plane
soaring at a wonderful 38000 ft
what a day! rew and i made the trek from down off of my mountain to spend the night in town. up & atom (raineer wolfcastle) at eight o'clock was i. beep beep was rew and his alarm on rapid snooze. ten o'clock found us again on the road- to the bank to cash a check, to ross's house so that i can give ross $11.00 and leave a ridiculous note, then off to n.y.c.
all was well until we were about ten minutes, or less, from jfk. then traffic was at a crawl. i am abso-bloody-lutely no good at standstill traffic. but perhaps it was knowing that i was in the midst of fine company, or perhaps because of God- i was behaved.
rew took part of my flight ritual, which is to have a pint before take-off. then we awaited the plane.
onto the plane- the indian couple sitting in the same three seat row i was about to get into got up and left. apparently on 'air india' i am the terrorist. so i was alone. rew booked his flight later than i, and therefore had a different seat. no biggie- billy is a big boy now!
a little bit later an indian man came to sit with me. he was quite talkative, however his english needs much improvement. i talked to him as much as i could while at the same time writing emails that i cannot send. thanks to him i learned something about international flights. Johnny Walker red is free. at least three glasses of it...
then meals came round. my next-to passenger informed me of what i was eating. i noticed that he was not eating the mutton that i was eating. then i remembered, there is nothing more at peace then a hindu cow.
ahh... all this while flying high at 38,000 feet at 603 miles per hour.
oh... and it is -49 degrees out.
what a day! rew and i made the trek from down off of my mountain to spend the night in town. up & atom (raineer wolfcastle) at eight o'clock was i. beep beep was rew and his alarm on rapid snooze. ten o'clock found us again on the road- to the bank to cash a check, to ross's house so that i can give ross $11.00 and leave a ridiculous note, then off to n.y.c.
all was well until we were about ten minutes, or less, from jfk. then traffic was at a crawl. i am abso-bloody-lutely no good at standstill traffic. but perhaps it was knowing that i was in the midst of fine company, or perhaps because of God- i was behaved.
rew took part of my flight ritual, which is to have a pint before take-off. then we awaited the plane.
onto the plane- the indian couple sitting in the same three seat row i was about to get into got up and left. apparently on 'air india' i am the terrorist. so i was alone. rew booked his flight later than i, and therefore had a different seat. no biggie- billy is a big boy now!
a little bit later an indian man came to sit with me. he was quite talkative, however his english needs much improvement. i talked to him as much as i could while at the same time writing emails that i cannot send. thanks to him i learned something about international flights. Johnny Walker red is free. at least three glasses of it...
then meals came round. my next-to passenger informed me of what i was eating. i noticed that he was not eating the mutton that i was eating. then i remembered, there is nothing more at peace then a hindu cow.
ahh... all this while flying high at 38,000 feet at 603 miles per hour.
oh... and it is -49 degrees out.
