You know what's worse than travelling on a plane?
Travelling on THREE. That's right, folks. I said three.
I've never had a more painful day. We left Singapore for Tokyo at 6am on NWA. The flight was much better than I'd expected, considering all the horror stories my sis had told me about. But it was really decent. I got to re-watch Baz Luhrmann's Romeo & Juliet. I completely forgot how cute Leonardo DiCaprio was back then. Heh. And after a semester of BAV, I have a newfound appreciation for the stylistic coolness of the show.
Had planned to watch Zodiac from Tokyo to Los Angeles. The second I stepped on our transit flight, I knew that was so not happening. We had the shitty plane that my sis warned me about. The flight was full of turbulence, we didn't have a personal screen and "oh my god" barely describes my reaction to the food. We had THREE meals of eggs. Horrors.
At LAX, we walked to Terminal 3 only to be told to go to Terminal 4 where we were sent from one end of the terminal to the other, back to the front, and back to the end. I cannot believe we actually walked up and down that terminal lugging our suitcases, laptops and carry-on luggage. Sighs.
After more annoying customs procedures (e.g. shoe removal. yeesh.) we ended up waiting for our flight to Newark for like two hours. Got a good nap out of it, read a couple of chapters of The Great Gatsby, and won and lost to Alvina in gin rummy a couple of times, before getting on with phase three of the painful plane phlying.
We were upgraded from Air Alaska to American Airlines, but we had to pay for meals. It's just like budget airlines, I guess. They showed plenty of CBS shows, including How I Met Your Mother. Which is a bad thing, because now I want to watch it. Neil Patrick Harris is SO funny! "Lemon law". Heh.
Other than that, they also showed an episode of a show called Wings which looks like it lived and died in the eighties. Steven Weber entirely loses his Jack Rudolph wealthy smarm, turning into a know-it-all pilot who hits on any female that walks. And his brother was Tim Daly!
For those who have no clue who that is, it's time to start watching the Grey's Anatomy spinoff, Private Practice and pay close attention to Dr. Pete Wilder. If you saw the backdoor pilot on Grey's about a month ago, you would have seen him as the charming hot "quack" doctor that Addison spoke of aphrodisiac elevators to. Yum yum yum. Wait. What was I talking about? Oh. Right. Wings. Gosh. Tim Daly was such a dweeb in it. Gotta say I like Jack Rudolph and Dr. Pete Wilder better than those two brothers.
Have to say they eased the pain of the flight a little bit. Landing in Newark was brilliant though, because it meant being on solid ground for five days. Whee! Kinda creeped out when some guy offered to drive us to our hostel for 27USD each, but we got to our hostel safe and sound (obviously, since I'm not blogging this while being tied to a chair). Might've been cheated, but at least we got here. Hah.
Alrighty. Day's been long. And I really do mean long, since the 13th of June has lasted a good 36 hours for me. God. Going to crash now.
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